Untamed

The Road To Nothing is a saga.

The vehicle pulled to a halt on the curbside as the driver got out of the car, opening the rear passenger door. Andy was still unconscious thanks to the pool-sized amount of alcohol he has consumed no more than thirty minutes ago. A small amount of saliva had gathered on the seat, right where Andy’s head had been resting; in his unaware state, he’d been dribbling all over the taxi – a gesture of which the driver didn’t appreciate at all. Opening his eyes, Andy looked around; the sky was dark and there were no cars or people around to be seen – Andy didn’t even know where he was. Another glance at his watch told him that several hours had passed since he remembers being at the pub, but why was he left on the side of the road on the grass?

His hands buried into his pockets, digging around for his keys until he instead found a piece of paper. It was a note from the driver who had brought him home earlier, but Andy didn’t realize this until he reached the end of the note that read, “Couldn’t stay around until you woke, thanks for paying beforehand – Cab driver.” So it was him who left Andy on the side of the road! He had finally remembered stumbling poorly into a cab, tossing money at a man and asking to be taken home, all the while his eyes scanned the houses across the street. Andy always had problems finding his own house in the dark and in this suburb; things weren’t made much easier with all the houses looking seemingly identical. Damn his wife for wanting to choose somewhere ‘cozy’ and ‘family friendly’; he hated this place.

There it was, his eyes had stumbled upon the letterbox that stood outside their house. It wasn’t much of a letterbox; in fact, it was one of Andy’s poorest attempts at building something he had ever decided to use. That was the problem with him, though – “get drunk, get curious” was his motto and it seemed his curiosity extended past his infatuation with the female body. Climbing to his feet, Andy set across the road toward his front gate and just as he was reaching there, he felt an unpleasant feeling resonate in his stomach. It felt warm; it had a distinct taste of everything he ate today mixed with a disgusting bitterness of his own stomach acid. Oh, he knew exactly what this was and he was powerless to stop it. He leaned over his gate, the spikes of the gate pressed into his chest as he violently vomited over his front pavement. Great, now he had something that needed cleaning up, but Andy decided it could wait until later.

Walking up the path to the front door, avoiding his own mess Andy wondered if his wife would particularly notice the state he was in. Okay, so there was vomit on his shoes from the splash and he smelled heavily of alcohol, but that could have been caused by anything, right? Slumping to the front step, he questioned whether putting in the ‘family man’ attitude right now was such a good idea. He hadn’t really spent time with his family in a while though; if it wasn’t work that kept him busy, it was his own personal leisurely activities that did. Swallowing his fear, Andy stood up and placed his hand on the door, turning the handle hoping that he wouldn’t need to make a second search for his keys. He was in luck as the door latched open and his wife was standing on the other side, an unimpressed look upon her face.