"Yeah. Pass another.." He groaned. Whether it be from the shattering boredom or diminishing sanity, he pops off the top of another bottle topped to the brim. He wouldn't even check the contents before chugging, gurgling down liters of wine 'n liquor until he was tipsy. ...He bats an eye to the display beside the club later down the line. The gorgeous preformers, the lit-up stage- it floods back memories. He reminisces for what felt like hours, only moments passing. When he used to be on those stages. Hell, he'd prefer taking up his life as a star back up than this addiction any day.. He just didn't realize it. Never stopped to care. He reminisced longing for the days past with his love, god-forbid even his son, quickly shaking the thoughts away. They probably still despised him. He finally started to reconsider. Maybe he's been a punching bag for far too long. Maybe.. He'll make a change.