You gotta start somewhere. Here's as good as any. The first paragraph of the scene called "Click"
Click, click, click.
Half the bottle of Jack is already gone and the best I can find on TV are re-runs of trivia game shows. I have the bottle by the neck hanging at the side of my recliner. My other hand is busy working the remote. The light from the TV strobes against the walls in rhythm with my thumb. The room oscillates between blackness and hot, white flashes while I surf daytime programming. For seconds at a time the room is black hole empty. Then bright as the sun hiding behind closed curtains. Half full. Half empty. Just like my bottle.
More to come...
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