Head back, glass up. The bottle empties before his eyes, spirits chasing the ghosts from his mind. Eyes glassy, breath carrying the scent of alcohol and regret.
Bottled heat distilled for enjoyment now used to get him through his day. Pulled drags from the skinny white stick between his lips, throat raw from hundred proof and smoke.
His mind drains of his problems, lost love and lost chances and lost hope.
As the night drags on and his thoughts float further and further from him, finally settling at a comfortable numb. He passes out with her name on his lips.