Sunday, October 29, 2006

THIRTEEN.

Not surprisingly, his business had failed.

That was when Depression hit:

Everything he had worked so hard for, putting in his best effort, had gone down the drain.

And so he succumbed to the Demon's Drink(s?).

Tiger Beer, Carlsberg, Heineken, Guiness.

It had been going on for more than a year already.

She was on the brink of breaking down.

The pressure was too much- loan sharks were still after her (him), the bills were steadily mounting, and she was still deprived of Love from the man she Loved.

What am I going to do?

2 comments:

abstracity said...

Difficult questions.

He left in the end, didn't he?

The swine.

abstracity said...

To be honest, I'd put in a much worse word in place of swine, but I'm not too sure if you'd be too happy to see it. (:

But if I'm not mistaken, you called men bastards awhile back too. :D