Lost and Found.
Prologue
Nick Miller a 30 year old bartender was lost, in the more profound meaning of the word. Nick recently just broke up with his, she is the one girlfriend and I say recently, I mean about 7 months ago, but the pain and hurt still dwells deep in his grumpy bones and Nick often turns to drink to drowse these feelings and put them to sleep for the evening. But when he wakes up in his swamp of a bedroom in the morning and has to go to the same job he has had for the past 10 years, the feelings start to wake and make their usual influence of hate and regret on his outlook of the day.
A law student he used to be, with aspirations and youth on his side, only one more semester to go at law school, Nick Millers future was looking bright. Yet Nick had a very self-sabotage style to him and always had a voice of self-doubt speaking its own treacherous mind at the very back of his head. Maybe this was the reason why he dropped out, not even I know.
After the break up from his 6 year relationship with Carol, Nick was on the hasty search for a flat share in LA and found a lovely apartment called 4D, Nick fell in love with the Loft as soon as he stepped in to its well-lit and spacious living area. Nick sat down on the Sofa and grabbed a Heiseler from his rucksack and popped it open taking a long gulp, smiling with content.