At a point in our life we all will have rough patches. Just about every human goes throughout his or her life to find security. But in all this searching sometimes they fail in finding it. I believe that is what leads people to drink. They feel like they are missing something in their life so they fill the void with a liquid matter that takes pain away for a while. But in return it leaves you defenseless. It leaves them wanting the security that they have failed to find in their lifes search.
But in my case, it is completely different. The reason why I drink is to dull that powers of the mind. Having a power is not that great, I have one. From my power, I have learned a great deal about the world. Everyone wants to be great, some more than others. Which leads to people stepping on others and not really caring about what they do who they hurt, and why. We all want someone to look up to. Even a villian like me dreams of being a hero.
I walked into the bathroom half awake, I do not even remember waking up. The morning was typical, there was nothing special about it. All that really catches my attention was that I took a shower, brushed my teeth and got dressed to go to a job I hate.
On my way to work, I like to stop at this liquor store that it rather close to my flat. It is on the corner of Stark and Many street. The store was called The Happiness Pursuit. Happiness Pursuit is a rather ironic name considering that it is owned by a phony girl depressed as Poe. She always had her nose in a book, dreaming that she was somewhere else but downtown London. She reeked of judgement and a sense of false security.
My favorite alcohol is whiskey, and they best tasting whiskey is carried by The Happiness Pursuit, the name of the whiskey was “ Johnny Has Problems” it was made up by Glasgow and they shipped it down once a month. Half of their stalk in the store was bought by me.
I was feeling rather anxious, walking around the liquor store. I tried to walk as calmly as possible, which was damn near impossible because I am a clutz. My heart always raced during certain parts of the day. It always raced when it was getting close to work.
Isles of liquor seemed to go on forever. Bottles were categorized according to what kind of drink they were. I walked to where they kept their whiskey to grab my usual “ Johnny Has Problems”. I looked at the selection of whiskey they had provided before me. I liked to act like the store was put on the earth for me. Maybe that is why the only reason this store is here, it is only here to appease to me in the universe. All humans have something they are supposed to do with their life’s, maybe mine was to live in a liquor store.
I grabbed the bottle of whiskey, it was small, but it had a bite to it. Next to it a glass hand stood of the shelve. The hand was almost a dark red, it looked more like a red wine than whiskey. On the back of the hand it had a label that said “ Like us, you too can be Great.” The hand...