David wasted years chasing the wrong things-and now he's determined to reclaim his dream of working in publishing. But old habits die hard, and his battle with alcohol keeps holding him back.
Victoria is a devoted single mom, balancing her career as...
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David POV:
Wow, well who would've known.
Why didn't she tell me she had a family, happy family at that. (sighs)
(drinks a shot) "Double." I tell the bartender.
To be honest I thought she was single and was actually interested in me....
(shakes head) Rookie mistake. That must've been 'DeShawn' who was blowing up her phone.
Why do I constantly jump oceans for people who wouldn't jump a puddle for me?
I remember my dad taught me about how to treat people...good or bad. When I was little my dad used to always tell me to treat the other kids the way I wanted them to treat me.
(Flash Back) "Remember David, in order to get friends you have to show yo' self friendly." he said, fixing my colorful bow-tie.
"Daddy how am I supposed to treat em'?" I asked. He tied my shoes into two dirty bunny ears, cigarette ashes flaking onto my shoes.
He took his cigarette out of his mouth. "Treat them the way you want to be treated, that's the golden rule." he said, blowing smoke away from my direction. The yellow bus pulled up in front of us. "Daddy, are you coming with me?" I asked him, tears filling my eyes. He threw his cigarette to the ground and smashed it under his foot.
"Sometimes you have to do new things alone, like when you get older and you have a girlfriend, and you and your gal on a date, do you want me to be right beside you smacking my lips, blowing smoke in the air?" he asked. "Yeah, I won't mind." I said. He laughed. "Have a good day son, learning something..." "Is better than nothing." I replied stepping onto the bus and sitting in a brown seat. I remember him waving at me. That's the fall my father and mother had divorced...Abigail my sister had just been born, and my dad decided he couldn't live with "Ms. Perfect" anymore.
It tore me apart slowly, and that's what started my anger problems, which raced onto drugs and other things as I got older.
Looking back over it all, sometimes I wonder how I made it?
I am disappointed I wanted to tell her how I feel about her every time she enters the room, how she makes my tragic live a happily ever after, how she brings perfect balance into my pity life. I gulped down the two shots of whiskey. "Slow down, you're going to choke." a familiar voice spoke. I looked beside me and I saw a dark, short, annoying man.
"Hey man, another one, this time dirty." I told him. "What's the matter man...acting like someone took your man card." he teased. I didn't say any thing, and drunk the rest of my bitter, yet satisfying drink. "Let me guess Victoria a man and a kid, the perfect family, they're all frickin' beautiful." he said. I squinted my eyes at him. "How did you know?" I asked, wondering did word get around.
