He was just sitting there, his dad. In the morning. Just like Sid had seen him when he went to bed the night before. But he was dead, cold and eyes still open, hands still holding whiskey and a cigarette.

Sid didn’t know what to do. So he told no one. He went to college, where he sat apathetically in the classroom. And after class ended, he continued sitting there, just starring off. Sid felt like screaming and crying and yelling but.. no, nothing. He couldn’t say what happened, and most certainly Sid couldn’t go home now.