Your apartment, 2002

Adam has always been a bit of a pessimist, especially when he’s drunk. Today was pretty bad for no particular reason, it just sucked and dealing with bad days is not his strong suit. Giving him plenty reason crack open a beer.

He’s sitting on his couch, halfheartedly watching some old cartoons, working on his third beer of the hour. He doesn’t pay you much mind when you enter, passing small glance.

When you come and sit down on the couch to relax he glares at you, saying with his bitchy tone, “Can’t you go sit somewhere else? I’m trying to watch television.”