Raul Jimenez

Regret

It was a Friday afternoon just like any other. But not for J.T. He was hung over, tired and most importantly broke. Years of gambling and womanizing had lead him to where he now was - a dingy motel room in a bad part of town. He waddled over to the sink and splashed some cold water on his face hoping it would sober him up. The only thing it did was awaken the part of his brain that drove him to drink in the first place.