Colin opened his eyes and waited for them to focus. He lay still on the floor for a few moments waiting to acclimatise to his surroundings as if waiting for his brain to load. His eyes focused on the ceiling and noticed cookie wrappers taped up to look like a smiley face.

He sat up painfully , his fingernails scrapping on the rough carpeting. The black dust from a bag of barbecue coal leaking out from a cut in its bag and had turned that spot of beige carpet grey. His shoulder bumped the coffee table and 5 small apples rolled off and accross the floor.

He pulled himself up and saw large kayak at the other end of what he could on guess was a motel room, it balanced across the two chairs and was held up buy two large sacks of potatoes.

Inside it lay an almost empty glass milk bottle, a dog eared bible and a new bicycle tyre with a receipt.

That was the last time Colin would go grocery shopping in Aldi drunk.