This is Life

((Okay, in this AU your character will have some 'real-life' thing about them. (I.E. they will have a disease, or they will be addicted to drugs, or etc.). You can killed them off if you want but be sure to state that they are dead and before that: a little descriptive thing on what 'life' thing your character has going on.))

(( Characters and their 'issues': ))

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Harold was at the bar, just like every other night and just like every other night he knew that he'd wake up smelling like shit in a ditch or at his doorstep. Just as that happens every other time he wakes up in either of those places everything he does between standing up and getting into the shower is lost in the disintegrating folds of his mind, only for his mind to remind him that he took some ibuprofen with water to help dull his hang-over. As always, in the shower, he slips and trips, his body loosing balance and twitching at every opportune moment.
Staggering out of the shower and drying himself down with a towel, Harold sighs trying to keep balance. Another day gone by without a single interesting thing occurring, another day gone by with a killer hang-over. The bartender in the run-down bar Harold constantly attended kept telling him that he needed to cut back on his drinking, he told him that he should seek professional help. He ignored the bar-tender each time, he knew that that man didn't care so long as he had the money to pay for the drinks.
Fully dressed, Harold entered the kitchen, giving a pissed-off huff to see the coffee maker's carafe empty and the reservoir empty as well. With a growl he filled the machine with water and coffee grinds, flicking the switch on before heading to the fridge for some food. He grumbled loudly, shifting through the fridge for the margarine he swore he bought and brought home before heading out to the bar last night. Continuing to grumble he looks around his kitchen, realizing that the only thing he had to eat was bread. With a sigh he grabs a few slices and goes to sit down at a chair by the counter and waits for his coffee to finish before he goes out to promote the newspaper company he doesn't even likes but doesn't mind the pay.