Tom stood speechless bleeding from his nose watching the only love he had left walk out of his life. Wiping the tears from his eyes smearing blood and tears into a syrup like mixture he dropped to his knees and began to weep. He opened up his wallet and slowly pulled out an old warn out brown leather wallet. Opening the wallet, his hand shaking furiously, he pulled out an old picture and held it close to his rapidly beating heart.
"God Dad, why am I such a mess!? A screw up! A dead beat! I hate you!" He yelled into the picture like it would answer back with the response he knew he wouldn't get. The coke now making it's way into his brain rendering him numb and seemingly invincible. He walked out of the house slamming the door behind him snapping the spring to the door in the middle leaving it swinging in the gusty spring night. Putting the picture back into his pocket he disappeared into the night to repair his broken relationship.