It was a dark, stormy September night in East Boston. Mike is lounging in his living room with a newspaper covering his face, while the rest of his body is sprawled across his cheap coach. Across from him stands his tv. An old one of about 32' and on it a Lord of the Rings movie is playing.
TNT does this annually on New Years Eve. Up until the ball drops they play all three parts of the trilogy, eclipsing the entire day. Mike had a shift last night washing dishes at this fish place and has been sleeping for the past 12 hours.
He didn't go to sleep till' around 3 am, like usual, however. Thus he felt the need to sleep his day away so he had some energy when the ball dropped, even though he was watching alone.
He could hit a bar... Maybe find something to go home with and brighten his night, no matter how many drinks it takes... But he was too tired when he awoke.
The paper Ruffles and slowly falls on the floor leaving a sun kissed man in its absence, whose eyes were still shut as he stretched his appendages.
"Fuckkkkk." The hangover was starting to kick in, he felt it. He needed the antidote. He has to get there soon. Mike slides off the couch and onto the floor crawling a few feet to prevent being stuck under the coffee table.
Once he made it to his feet, Mike makes it to the fridge and a small smile graces his lips as the holy grail of medicine shines off his deep gray eyes.
'Twas only a Pabst Blue Ribbon but it was American as fuck so it would work. Mike snags it and stabs a key into its bottom above the sink letting some liquid drip down. After a deep breath the hole in the beer is brought towards his mouth and the tab is popped so Mike downs his Patriotic glory immediately reinvigorating his existence.
With one loud roar he brings the can to his face, flattening it. But this sudden head jolt reminds him that he once was an aspiring trashketball star. Eyes widening and finding his target he fades out the post letting loose a shout of "KOBEE" as the can rims out.
Instantly filled with shame Mike realizes the bar might not be a bad idea after all...