Lawrence came home drunk. Again. It was the fourth straight night. The smell, the laughter, the freedom. Boy how he enjoyed himself. These late night rendezvous were becoming routine. Every day after work, he’d be out late enjoying himself. So much so that all of his regular routines were compromised and he neglected his other responsibilities. He didn’t stay at work late to finish his projects. The gym and exercise became afterthoughts. His life was changing for better or worse and he simply couldn’t concentrate on anything else.
But it didn’t matter, especially after tonight. Tonight topped all of the previous nights. Even at 3:43am as he fumbled for his keys in the darkness, nothing could wipe that smile off his face. He couldn’t help but enjoy himself. Just like the previous nights, he would collapse into bed without changing his clothes and without showering. He actually preferred it that way because when he woke up in the morning, it reminded him of the amazing night he just experienced.
He went to sleep thinking one thing, how much fun it was going to be tomorrow night. How intoxicated he was going to get. How drunk he got off of her love.
3 comments:
Nice! Very impressive.
Now this is a beginning to a story that would keep me reading.
tell me more.
It's great because most of the readers like myself can relate. I feel like I'm reading your thoughts.
cool. glad you like it. i'll try to continue this story and see where it goes. kind of impromptu writing.
can't wait to read what you've got.
Changed the story a little, here's the original:
Lawrence came home drunk. Again. It was the fourth straight night. The smell, the laughter, the freedom. Boy how he enjoyed himself. These late night rendezvous were becoming routine. Every day after work, he’d be out late enjoying himself. So much so that all of his regular routines were compromised and he neglected his other responsibilities. He didn’t stay at work late to finish his projects. The gym and exercise became afterthoughts. His life was changing for better or worse.
Good thing he didn’t live at home anymore. Even at 31, his parents would probably still lecture him. Worse though, it started to affect his work. He was showing up later and later. He was happier than ever but his work was suffering. He simply couldn’t concentrate on anything else.
But it didn’t matter, especially after tonight. Tonight topped all of the previous nights. Even at 3:43am as he fumbled for his keys in the darkness, nothing could wipe that smile off his face. He couldn’t help but enjoy himself. Just like the previous nights, he would collapse into bed without changing his clothes and without showering. He actually preferred it that way because when he woke up in the morning, it reminded him of the amazing night he just experienced.
He went to sleep thinking one thing, how much fun it was going to be tomorrow night. How intoxicated he was going to get. How drunk he got off of her love.
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