every time I have a problem at work before six I slip out and I visit my friends office for a hug, he's a doctor a couple doors down from the store I work in. This man has a thriving bussines, he's always laughing and smiling, he makes the stupidest jokes, he's one of thoose guys that you think is high on life. He invited me to his house for drinks not too long ago and it was the first time I had gone over there, so when I found this private drive off a road I had driven a hundred times I made my way up too this huge house and he had his "roommate" (the guy lives with him) show me the house, it was 5 bedrooms and four baths, beautiful decorating, it was like a house out of thoose magazines, he showed me the backyard it was an acre. one acre not three miles from his office and I got lost on my way there. So I'm sitting there drinking with a friend I had about an 8 ounce glass of malibu on the rocks and the ice melted before I could finish it, I sat there and I watched this man, whom I have never seen frown, drown himself he drank glass after glass of rum and coke to the point he passed out. It made me wonder what does such a kind and careing man have to forgot this way?
