Single malt & late nights

He sat and reflected upon the decisions made during the course of his life while polishing off yet another bottle of single malt. It was then that he came upon the realization that there was nothing left for him here. In all the years that had passed nothing had changed for the better or even the worse. He came to the realization that somewhere life for him had stagnated and no matter the effort he put forward he was still sinking in the proverbial quick sand none the less desperate for a way out if not out perhaps even a small step up from the neck deep mess that currently had him engulfed. As he poured another drink he pondered if it was his own doing that had causes this rut or if it was some cruel act of fate.