108 Suicidal Thoughts

Time moved fast and before he knew it, he was alway holding the pool stick firmly like he had been playing the whole time. Steve then turned to Lucia and reminded her that they were a team and she had to cheer him. The other men were experts and had Steve boxed. They kept winning over him and within no time he gave up. “Let me help you. They can't win against me too,” Lucia said, hoping to cheer him up but he was so done. Not just with the game but with life. “No need. Let's go back to the counter. I need more beers,” he said but Lucia came to him. She had other plans. She had seen a potential husband in him but she was not sure he would approve it since he had been complaining about a million things, some of which he wanted to do but he didn’t. “You have no idea how messed up things can get,” he kept saying while playing and that was one of the reasons he kept losing to the other men. “I know but then we cannot give up. I mean look at me, do you know how many times I