026: When i'm gone

Jacob's point of view!

Eyes glassy and hazy from the cigar smoke, I stared at the amber liquid in my glass and drained it in one gulp. The next moment I heard it shatter into thousands of pieces. That didn't bother me and so I let my gaze wander over the floor as if in a trance. Yes, a few whiskey glasses have already accumulated here, as well as everything that I had found disturbing.

My hope of quitting drinking was dwindling. Also, why would I stop getting a new glass only to fill it up with more whiskey and throw it at something? I would get new glasses anyway. Because I could. And I didn't know what else to do.

I took a drag on my cigar and got annoyed. Actually, I had stopped with the shit, but given how shitty it was at the moment, I wasn't surprised about it. The day had started badly and since I'd received that damn message and packed my suitcase, I hadn't been up to anything anyway. I still had quite a bit of time before my flight left, nine hours and forty-seven minutes