He stared at himself in the mirror, baggy eyes and a saggy gut. He hasn't shaved in month and has empty bottles next to his bed. The only thing going through his head was the constant question of what happened to his life. He’s divorced twice and attended more AA meetings than he can remember. His life was a disaster, however it wasn’t always like this. He was prom king and quarterback in high school, the stereotypical popular guy. He was so focused on this blind popularity that his grades were starting to drop and he barely graduated. After that all of his friends went to college and there was no more high school. He picked up drinking and then smoking a few months later. He’s ruined his life by his own hand.