Prologue
I’m wondering around New York City’s busy streets with an almost-empty-bottle of Jack. I’m starting to feel tired of falling asleep with the taste of cheap cigarettes in my mouth, but that’s the only life I’ve known since she left me.
Living in New York is quite an advantage for people like me. People with broken hearts I mean. It’s easy to vanish from people’s sight. They just don’t notice you’re gone, don’t call you, don’t look for you. And that’s exactly what I need. To disappear.
Here, nobody cares for anyone. Here, you just know people. Just know them. It used to be a dissadvantage from my point of view, but now I really enjoy it. I don’t need anyone’s pity. I just can’t imagine someone brushing my hair and saying: „Who’s a good Tommy?”. Well dammit! I know I am and have been a good Tom. She was the one who broke my heart...
The now-empty-bottle of Jack hits the ground breaking into million pieces. Just like me. Pathetic.
You know, for her, our relationship was exactly like this bottle. With me playing the role of the bottle. I find it quite sad. She got the taste of good whiskey and I ended up in pieces...
When I first met her I was as happy as Charlie when he finally found his Golden Ticket, but in the end I was just the guy with a fake piece of useless paper. Now I understand why people make stupid songs about love. The thing is, I wish I didn’t.
Even though I’m pretty drunk at this very moment, and my vision and steps are kind of incoherent I think I can distinguish someone I know approaching . I think it’s a guy from work.
-Hi.
Well, that’s definitely not a guy.
-I’m Jess..umm Jessie, you know, from work.
Yeah, you look familiar.
