There I was again, on the stairs to my apartment, drunk in the morning. While normal people go to work I spend the first hours of the day drinking at the park, nobody is there except for me and my bottle.

Why this keep happening to me? A big headhache ripped off my thoughts for a minute. Doesn't matter, it has been years and I still can't handle life, I hope Mrs. Daguanno wont find me here again, last time I had to listen to her nonsense for over 30 minutes before someone picked me up to bring me home again.

(another great contest, thanks!)
@charlesx