“You’re so stupid Sean! God how could I trust you with that much money?” That was the last thing she said, before he left.

He had nothing. But would learn from that.
He had everything. But would soon loose that.

But most of all, he lost her; and the money. Oh god, the money! What did he do to lose it? He could still smell old whiskey on his breath. One second he was living his life, winning thousands of dollars at Ceasars’ Casino.

Then, he lost it.
Oh god, he was gonna get her more then just furniture. He was gonna get her a whole friggin’ house! Damn, he was an idiot! “Back to square one,” his dad used to say. You hit the ground runnin’ and you get yourself burned.

The Autumn wind blew against his pale face, sending his goosebumps up all over the place. “Why do it Sean?” he asked himself. No, better yet, why continue to live through it? Huh? He was gonna lose it again and he knew it!

Sean glanced at a puddle, but couldn’t bear a reflection. He had tried, and lost.