Ray was sitting at the bar, by himself, drinking away his feelings. A beer in front of him as he watched the game that was on. He didn’t even like football, but it was the only thing on at the moment. Ray pretended a lot, he pretended to like football, he pretended to enjoy his life.. when he just didn’t. He hated his job, he hated his apartment, he hated the people who called him a ‘friend’. He didn’t feel like his life was worth living.. and he was constantly angry. Not sad, just angry.