Observation 2- Liquor eases the pain- ages 15-19

Lawrence waddled his way in to the liquor store. The only amount of money he had was jingling in his right jean pocket as his foot collided with the recently polished floor. His grey hat was perched upon his dishevelled dark hair, slightly leaning to the side. He raised an old, wrinkled hand and scratched the stubble that enveloped the lower half of his face, deciding on which type of liquor would best subside today's worries. Maybe it was employment trouble or maybe it was just a stressful day. Whatever gave him the feeling self-loathing was easily fixed with a bottle of, what seemed to be, brandy.

The amber coloured liquid swirled around in the bottle as Lawrence tightly wrapped his hand around the neck and pried it off the shelf. His eyes glared down at the drink as though everything he lived for resided in that tall, glass bottle. He quickly zipped up his battered, old sweater before joining the line at the check-out counter. It was amazing how his energy suddenly increased once he picked up the brandy.

After a few minutes it was finally his turn to pay. He reached deep in to his pocket and pulled out a handful of coins, some sliver and some bronze. No toonies or loonies. His finger shuffled through the change until he found the right amount and handed it to the cashier. His breathing became heavy, urging the woman to move faster as she slid the brandy in to a bag. She finally handed it to him and he thanked her with a low, rough voice before pulling his hat over his ears and stepping outside in to the cold, winter air.