I should take a walk, that would clear my head. I could walk to the neighborhood bar and watch as the Sun beams it's last friendly smile down at me. Feel the cool winter breeze on my skin. I walk alone and I like feeling the insular protection of my singlehood.
If I am going to drink I will have to walk to another bar. The next closest bar is a few minutes away along the dying former interstate. The smell of exhaust fumes is thick along my walk. I see cockroaches, but none scurry away from me. They own these streets. The roaches are bigger than mice. I keep my head down most of the way so I can keep track of them. I don't like to step on them.