Cottage Scene

Chris digs into the bowl of fruit salad his brother made, fuel of kiwi and watermelon, bits of pear, chopped up orange and cantaloupe and pineapple, whole green grapes and blueberries. Nutrition. He has been momentarily transformed, become fruit savage, and his drug-and-booze-soaked body thanks him immediately, sucking up the much-needed vitamins and minerals and nutrients.
“Holy fuck, this is good fruit salad. It’s making my fucking day!”
Moe cackles. Miles smiles. Chris is energized. He feels like a new man. For the moment he has nothing on his mind but the energizing fruit. But what will he do with this energy once he is done eating?

He feels good and is thinking clear. He goes for a long swim, takes a nap in the hammock. But the relapse of clean living doesn’t last. After all, he is a hedonist, partying is in his nature, in his genes - mom was an alcoholic, dad's mom was an alcoholic, dad's brother was an alcoholic and a drug addict. Excuses or not, one joint becomes one beer, one beer becomes half a dozen, half a dozen beers becomes…

Where did I put that coke?

Before long he is right back into it.