THE BOTTLE

THE LIGHT FROM THE LIQUOR STORE SHINES IN MY WINDOW.

I SIT ON THE EDGE OF THE BED...BOTTLE IN ONE HAND SHOT GLASS IN THE OTHER.

AS I POUR MY SELF A SHOT , I HEAR THE BED NEST DOOR CREAKING LOUDLY AND A WOMAN
SCREAMING FOR HELP.

I DO NOTHING.

I TAKE THE SHOT AND POUR ANOTHER.

I WALK TO MY WINDOW AND SEE A WOMAN BEING MUGGED BY A VERY LARGE MAN WEARING A TORN TRENCH COAT.

HE LOOKS AT ME AND I SEE HIS FACE CLEARLY.

HE HAS A GUN TO HER HEAD, AND STILL I DO NOTHING.

I POUR MYSELF A SHOT, THEN ANOTHER.

I WALK OUT INTO MY HALL WAY AND SEE A MAN SLEEPING ON THE FLOOR.

HE SHARES HIS SPACE WITH INSECTS AND RATS.

HE IS OLD AND WITHERED.

HE IS NEED OF A KIND SOUL.

I DO NOTHING.

I TAKE ANOTHER SHOT AND THEN TWO MORE.

I WALK OUT ONTO THE STREET, BOTTLE IN HAND.

I SEE THE WOMAN THAT WAS BEING MUGGED LYING FACE DOWN IN A POOL OF BLOOD.

I DO NOTHING.

I POUR ANOTHER SHOT AND THEN ANOTHER.

I TURN THE CORNER TO SEE A MAN COME STUMBLING OUT OF A TAVERN, BOTTLE IN HAND.

HE STARTS TO TRIP.

QUICKLY I DIVE, BUT NOT TO SAVE HIM.

I LET HIM FALL.

I SAVED THE BOTTLE.

MINE IS ALMOST EMPTY.

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