It’s like any other day. His eyes burn from the smoke in his room. It’s from his cigarettes. It’s 2 am and it is his 8th peg of scotch. He is alone... and lonely too. Stumbling his way to the kitchen, he finds only a slice of cold pizza for dinner. He guzzles down some coke. He flops down on his bed. He wants to talk, but there’s no “she”. An hour later he gets up from his bed, fumbles through his drawers and pops a sleeping pill. Hits the bed. Sleeps... Wakes up in the morning with a headache and acidity. Takes a tablet for each. No breakfast for him. Showers and rushes to the hospital. He saves lives and offers health advice!!!
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