The Great Escape
On this particular day, I needed courage because I was on a mission. I walked into the local social club and sat on my favorite barstool and downed a couple of whiskey highballs. I felt instant relief. In the dimly lit environment, lonely hearts music blared from the jukebox. Sports enthusiasts chattered at the end of the bar and cheers came from the adjoining poolroom, while a smattering of men and women drank at nearby tables. For a minute, I was home free from my misery.