Solos blaster
Sr Member
There is that one lone actor who goes home to his small apartment in the big city overlooking the elevated train. He opens a bottle of whiskey, tosses the cap on the counter, pours himself a glass, usually followed by wiping his forehead, and then lays down on the couch. He closes his eyes and listens to the sounds of the city roll by as the bright red neon sign fills the room.
I've had many a day at my last position and this one where it ended in a similar fashion. Come home late from work, grab a beer or open a bottle of something from the fridge/freezer. Proceed to pour a drink or open said beer and either sit on my couch and stare at nothing or stsnd in the kitchen and drink in silence to decompress.
No neon signs outside, but sometimes I do play some jazz or blues.