Neil's Life
Years ago when Neil was a boy, he was on the debating team at the local high school. He had a slick quality, which helped with the arguments and was often applauded. He had a good speaking voice. Words are nothing to him now. He doesn't talk to anyone and complains about the bedbugs under his mattress. He doesn't bother to shoo the flies away from his morning oatmeal. He remembers sometimes that he ruined his life and although he can't blame it all on drink, drinking is his whole universe. Often he doesn't bother to get out of bed or even open his eyes.