The Old Man trudged wearily onward despite his extreme tiredness,he must go on no matter what,his life depended on it,He glanced around but there was no one that could help him.He trudged up and down but ever foreward,sweat poured out of every pore of his body,but he knew he must go on,his goal was no where in sight,yet he kept walking,he thought about the cold beer that he had enjoyed 24 hours ago at murphy's pub and silently wished he had one now,how cool it would be to his parched throat.Damn his wife he thought and damn dr.moocher too for putting him in this desolate position.Oh but a cool drink of water would be so nice now if only he could have a swallow.It seemed as if he had been walking for days,would he never reach his destination? He glanced at his watch and noticed that it was almost 3 pm! damn he thought to himself,I have to pick the kids up from school in 45 minutes! With that thought ringing in his head,he reached out and cut the treadmill off,went to the bathroom for a shower and left to pick the kids up at school.
The End. Bob Mitchum :)