Out of anger and frustration, Ethan drove himself off to a nearby bar. He took off his suit and unbuttoned his shirt sleeves. He walked into the bar looking like a mess.
He looked miserable, my life is falling apart right before my very eyes and there seemed to be nothing I could do about it, he thought to himself. He sat on one of the stools reserved for customers and placed an order. "Give me your strongest one."
A bunch of shot cups were placed right in front of him, and he drank them one after the other. He was becoming more intoxicated by the minute. He brushed his two hands across the two sides of his head and groaned out of frustration.
He began to weep seriously, my life is over. How could he do this to me because of that….. Oh my God damnit. His face was flushed, and the wait
