One more glass gulped down.
It doesn't seem like one more glass would do any harm. It may seem like one glass, when really it is a glass full of nothingness. When you reach the bottom, you are reaching the bottom of your life. Seeing his life be drank down is like watching someone slowly die. I can see it all in his eyes, inside of his soul. I can feel him slipping away.
What if one day he reaches the very bottom of the glass?
