Homeward bound

I made quick work of closing up the bar, humming along rather satisfied with myself. Before i knew it i was home. Hanging up my coat and helping myself to a beer. By all means i had a great place, top floor apartment with a great view, i took pride in all of it. My high class kitchen, chill as fuck living room and my bed? Cant even remember how much i spent on it. But the bed frame screamed extravagance. The only downside was my roomate Greg who seemed to be asleep already thank god, guy got on my nerves but he was a childhood friend who was down on his luck. Just having been broken up with his highschool sweetheart and all.

I did my usual after a long day, got drunk, played games and passed out on the couch