Chapter 152 A Poor Soup

• Lorenzo
• I poured another drink, the amber liquid splashing haphazardly into my glass. The room spun, a dizzying carousel of colors and shapes, but I didn't care. I deserved to drown in my sorrows, to let the numbness take over and wash away the pain.
• Bottles littered the table before me, a graveyard of empty and half-empty vessels, each a testament to my despair. Cigarette smoke choked the air, a heavy fog that clung to the furniture and walls, ashtrays overflowing with the remnants of my self-destructive solace. I stubbed out the latest butt, my eyes watering from the sting of smoke and the weight of my emotions.