A pal of mine is having a tough go at life right now.
Stopped by the garage yesterday to find out he'd drank most of a half gallon of whisky to cope with the hardship. As he watches parts of his life fall completely out of his control, he drinks more. "What is there to live for?" He cries. "I've buried so many people. I'm all alone here."
"No, you're wrong." I tell him.
"I'm here, your girl supports you, we care."
He becomes drunkenly argumentative, bemoaning all that he has lost. Reminding me that I have never had to deal with all he has dealt with.
"You're right," I say. "There is no comparison. But I can tell you exactly what it's like to live with a death wish. You and me, we got that in common. Now I'm gonna cue you in on a secret."
"Whats that?" He says, swirling another mix of whisky.
"Do something worth doing."
I pause
"And for #$%* sake quit drinkin cause you're miserable."