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What If Having It All Isn’t Enough?
Dino swayed, looked around, an overflowing lead crystal glass in one hand, sloshing over the Persian rug and a half-empty bottle in the other. The coffee table was littered with multicolored, multi-sized pills.
The silence was palpable.
This once palatial room, with all its designer furniture and famous artists on the walls, was a mausoleum of blurred color flowing into nothingness. The silence was a sword screeching on a blackboard. The empty vodka bottles spawned around and the walls closed in, crumbling around him. Famous artists on the walls, the garages filled with designer cars and he had nothing. He stumbled over a chair and clung to his glass and bottle as he balanced onto the sofa. The noise from the ghosts of the past, the parties, the friends, the partners, the family, the extended family, moved towards him and around him. He smiled and raised his glass to them.
As they arrived, they disappeared.
The crystal glass shattered to the ground.
Dino Miliotis had it all, and yet he had nothing. He was alone, and he was afraid. The alcohol and the drugs couldn’t mask the pain anymore. The more he drank, the more he drugged, the more the pain arose within him. The mask was falling off, giving his face and life a distorted view. His mind was screaming, “Enough”, but he couldn’t…
