08-29-2014, 08:11 AM
A snowball. It hit the wall next to Calvin, driving his thoughts away. He looked to see a couple engaged in a snowball fight. They were laughing and smiling. It brought memories back to Calvin of a time in Milwaukee when he and Mary were still dating. They would do things like that all the time.
The pain in his gut intensified as the depression spoke to him, calling him a bad father and husband and reminding him of all his failures. Calvin looked down at the ground, wishing he hadn't been thrown out of the bar. He could use another round right now.
He looked up again in time to see the woman throw a snowball high. Thinking slowly, the snowball hit him directly in the chest. He looked down at his chest and then back up at the couple. The man had said something to Calvin, but Calvin hadn't heard as he began to walk towards the couple.
A part of Calvin didn't like what he was about to do, but the drunk side of him wanted a fight. It didn't matter if he won or lost, it just made the pain go away. Unfortunately the drunk side won, and Calvin was looking for a reason to start one. A snowball apparently was reason enough.
He looked at the woman first. "Sweetie, you dropped a snowball over there."
His words were threatening, but not directed at her. The statement telling her to get out of the way.
Calvin turned towards the man and gazed at him before moving to grab and throw him.
The pain in his gut intensified as the depression spoke to him, calling him a bad father and husband and reminding him of all his failures. Calvin looked down at the ground, wishing he hadn't been thrown out of the bar. He could use another round right now.
He looked up again in time to see the woman throw a snowball high. Thinking slowly, the snowball hit him directly in the chest. He looked down at his chest and then back up at the couple. The man had said something to Calvin, but Calvin hadn't heard as he began to walk towards the couple.
A part of Calvin didn't like what he was about to do, but the drunk side of him wanted a fight. It didn't matter if he won or lost, it just made the pain go away. Unfortunately the drunk side won, and Calvin was looking for a reason to start one. A snowball apparently was reason enough.
He looked at the woman first. "Sweetie, you dropped a snowball over there."
His words were threatening, but not directed at her. The statement telling her to get out of the way.
Calvin turned towards the man and gazed at him before moving to grab and throw him.