Self realisation

There comes a time when every man must look at himself in the mirror and assess his life. Is he making the right choices? Is he following the path he had set out for himself? Is he the man he always aspired to be? For Sanchez, this time will never come.

Every morning Sanchez Alfonso wakes up, applies his papaw and looks at himself in the mirror. His majestic blue-eyed gaze stares back at him. After about 30 minutes of this, Sanchez gets in the shower and his day begins.

On this particular day, Sanchez was going out. He had his pre drinks, got dropped in the city and was primed for a good night out when he heard the clicks of the cameras. The paparazzi had got word that Sanchez would be heading out tonight and they had come in the hundreds. Eager young photographers snapping their cameras in succession, trying to get the money shot. Sanchez brushed past them and thought he had found safety inside Fridays. He ordered his customary double black with raspberry and scoped the scene.

At this moment I would like to point out that most people have an inbuilt sense of danger, in that when they are about to do something stupid, they have a second where they think twice. Apparently Sanchez had left his at home. So when offered an ABC shot, he didn't think twice. He took it and chased it down with some double black. Delicious, yet dangerous!

He recieved a free double black from an old school friend and bought another when he bumped into his lift home.

"We are going" she said.

Sanchez didn't respond. Instead, he steadied himself as if about to say something wise and beyond his years. He slowly lifted his last remaining bottle of delicious pink alcohol to his lips and within 5 seconds, it was empty. He placed the empty bottle down, swayed on the spot for a second and then casually strolled down the stairs towards the car.

The following morning Sanchez awoke, applied his papaw ointment and looked at himself in the mirror. He had no recollection of his trip home and what he had done for half of his night. His phone suggested he had been unable to locate a friend for a good few hours, he had saved a news reporters number in his phone and finally, he had four of Fridays' 5owls stamps on his arm.

Now he stood in front of his mirror. Those dazzling blue eyes staring back into his soul. Did last night finally wake Sanchez up to the fact his life was drifting along in a world of booze, girls and public adulation? Did he really want to live his life knowing that he would be on the front of every gossip magazine in the country after his night out? Was there room in Sanchez's cold alcohol-filled heart for love?

I think not.