You empty your second drink, staring down at the bottom of your bottle. Its getting bad again. And you think there is noone else to blame but you. As you find yourself spiraling more down and down into the depths of your mind, a subtle touch on your shoulder catches you offguard.

"Mind if I sit there?"

A tall man with black, sleek hair and a cigarette in his mouth looks down on me. Looks Like he is waiting for the same train to arrive as I am.