"Why is it morning and why do I have to get up? I only drifted off a little while ago" I muttered to myself.

She was sleeping in that spot next to me.

"I wish I had never of said those words to you" I thought,

"I wish I had never of promised you anything, I can't stand the sight of you any more"

I slapped some water across my face and stared at my reflection, It looks so different to me.

What shall I do today, what great things await me out there. I knew the answer already; nothing at fucking all, I was so fucking sick of it. I'm so sick of every single day being like this, I'm so sick of everyone being the fucking same cheese ball with a fake grin permanently stamped across their ever so "normal" faces.

Maybe today will be different I laughed to myself. It was then I heard it's footsteps passing behind me, her shrill voice complaining about something again. I have to get out of here.

I wish I could've gotten out of there quicker but these boots don't tie themselves, these clothes don't magically slide on to me. I felt like kicking that door down, I wanted to get out of there that bad.

I emerged straight on to the cold morning street. Looks like another lovely day in "Happyville".

You know I wish I thought of things before I left the house, I mean what am I even going to do today, as I thought this I reached in to my deep coat pocket. What treats have you got to offer, oh great and mystical pocket?

A book, some loose change, some old wrappers from who knows what and scrunched up papers. Looks like a days fun to me.

"Memorial Park is a strange park you know?" I thought to myself as I sat there up against a tree. This park has a lot of history that only a geek like me would even know. Nobody really knows that the graveyard behind it used to be right where I am sitting too, nobody really knows that the council moved the graves to accommodate making the park, nobody would know that the workers moving the graves said that they were empty too. Just another one of the little things that ticked me off.

It's not really worth thinking about. So I opened my crumpled book and started to read.

I realised that I had been sitting there for hours, not even reading any more; just pondering. At that moment my pocket started to vibrate and sing some awful tune. I pulled out the thing to see who it was: "Her" What a surprise. I turned the phone off and sat back down against the big old tree. It's not even worth wanting to know what she wanted to complain about this time.

As dusk approached I decided today It'd be a bit more entertaining spending my night getting piss-faced drunk than sitting in a park feeling sorry for my pathetic self. Now where shall this piss-faced adventure begin? I didn't want to go anywhere I had been with "her" or anywhere she knew I went, so I went further down town. I rummaged through every little backstreet until I found the interesting place. It was a fairly nice, proper looking place. I thought I didn't really belong there but it fascinated me.

On heading in I felt, well, almost comfortable for the first time in a long, long time.

"Fancy this, people with a dress sense!" That was my first thought. At this thought I headed to the bar; what a bar it was, there's bottles on the top shelf I had never seen in my life and in my life. I have seen and consumed many, many bottles.

The barman greeted me pleasantly and gave me a fairly sincere smile as he greeted me with one word:

"Hail!"

I thought that was fairly odd, but being the geek I am I flung straight back at him with a deep:

"Hail my friend!"

The guy was fairly large, he seemed friendly and his teeth glistened almost as much as his bald scalp. His body seemed to be completely covered, gloves and all. The only thing visible was his thick neck and head.

"So what are you looking for this evening?" He looked at me and smiled.

"Hmm, what's that green stuff up there?"

"The Absinthe? Well, that's the real stuff"

"Isn't that illegal?"

"A lot of things are" He said and chuckled.

"I'll tell you what, I'll give you your first one on the house aye? You look like a good guy"

Without even waiting for my answer he had a shot glass and was pouring the green liquid in to it.

I slugged it back without even thinking, maybe I should have. Damn did that stuff do something different.

I felt like throwing my vital organs up, but I kept my cool.

"Didn't really expect that did you?" He smiled reaching for a small brown bottle.

I gulped the last of it down slowly, he handed me the bottle.

"Thanks" I said looking away from him.

I started to slug the beer back, it felt the best. The cold beer sliding down my throat, the coldness of it taking the burn away. It was so refreshing, so good I sculled it back quickly.

"I take it you've done this before then" He laughed wholeheartedly

"What's your name by the way, sir?" He asked gently.

"Oh, me? I'm Sebastian".