The Wall Outside

It was a cold and dreary evening, as I sat alone in a dimly lit corner of the bar, nursing a glass of Pilsner. The bitterness of the beer only seemed to amplify the bitterness of my life, as I swirled the amber liquid around in the glass, watching the foam dissipate, much like my dreams. My heart felt heavy, as I thought of Angie’s health deteriorating, my marriage to Brenna suffering, and the once-promising show “Good Morning Bushwick” running headfirst into a wall – quite literally. The outside wall at FirstLive Coffeehouse, our refuge and workplace, was crumbling before our eyes, much like everything else in my life. The entryway from the side street, once welcoming and full of potential, now stood as a testament to failure. I could feel the heat from the Building’s Department, and I knew it was only a matter of time before the walls of my world came crashing down. With every sip of my Pilsner, my thoughts grew darker, my heart heavier. Angie, my rock, was slipping away from me, confined to a sterile hospital bed. Her laughter and unwavering faith in me, once a beacon in the storm, were now replaced by the steady beep of machines and the quiet murmurs of the nurses. As I gulped down the last of my beer, the bartender filled my glass once more. I couldn’t help but feel the weight of the public embarrassment that loomed over me, like a dark storm cloud. I had put myself out there, exposed my heart and soul, in the hopes of achieving success and finding my place in the world. But instead, I faced the very real possibility of it all falling apart in front of everyone. The bar around me seemed to fade away, as I sunk deeper into my thoughts. The clinking of glasses and the murmur of conversations became background noise to my own inner turmoil. My hand gripped the cold, damp glass, my knuckles turning white with tension. As the Pilsner continued to wash away my inhibitions, I couldn’t help but wonder if I would ever escape this downward spiral. Would I ever rise above the shadows of my past, to become the person Angie believed I could be? Or would I forever be trapped in this endless cycle of failure and self-destruction?

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