h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

The sun came up today, just like the day before and like the one before that. It hates me, well hate is a strong word; fears; loathes; it doesnt exactly hate me. It however certainly does not love me in any way, shape or form. My eyes must squint to make out
the slightest detail while it hovers over me in the sky, like some sick and twisted voyeur. Maybe it is bad genes, or maybe it is just because I have been up all night since I got home from "the bar."

"The bar" is a whole in the wall where I work. Keeping our "patrons" safe and secure in their quest to either get away from what hurts them or to just cover up the pain with a different kind of poison. The only thing that keeps me sain most nights is seeing friends that I know from before "the bar" became part of my life and enjoying a simple game of Shuffle Board or Pool. Not that either game is simple in the least, it is their complexity that eases my burden of keeping idiots, whom I would sooner place my foot apon their heads while they are neck deep in quicksand than pull them out, safe.