Moved to town, bout six months ago. Couple aquaintences masquearding as friends. Theyre gone today, got the apartment to myself. Walk against the whind down the deserted street, buy a case of cheap beer from the forign clerk. He dos’nt comp…rehend what he’s missing. His state is the more gracious. The sweet caress of alcahol on the walk home. Nothing here for me now, presents and family are too many miles away, too far gone to matter. I tell myself it’s just another day, same as the day before it. Same sun rises as the sun that sets on any other day. I feel so lonely I wanna drown in it, So sad I wanna die. The little tricks aren’t working I can’t convince myself that it’s all ok. Step out into the cold for a cigarette, take a short walk down the street. I’m just trying not to remember what about this day I regret. She stepped out on to the porch, I assumed she was having a smoke like me. “Hey Kid, Wanna beer?” I was stunned, Must have misheard, “what”? “want a beer?” She asked again. “Oh fuck Yes!” I replied. She tossed me a 16oz can of Pabst and wished me a merry Christmas. That one small Gesture made my entire day. I have no great love for christmas, I have no great sentimentality for this season. But If I ever understood charity it was at that moment. That odd point where humanity seemed less bleak, and a cheap beer solved all my problems.
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