George's Final Descent Into The Abyss After Life Without Adryan Poem by Adryan Barnathan

Losing his hair was the first thing I noticed. Then he lost his place in Sea Cliff Hardware when they closed down. He had a meltdown and stayed out of work for too long, then the owner at the Hardware Store in Oyster Bay took him back but didn't give him the same hours.

His handyman jobs dwindled to nothing. After about two years, he finally got work at the Glen Head Hardware store Mon-Fri, but doesn't seem to be doing much handyman work at all.

One of his roommates moved out, so now he splits his rent in half instead of three ways. His remaining roommate is a drunk and an idiot who entertains homeless guys and thinks they are celebrities to put on his YouTube channel that has no viewers.

The last time I saw George, he was sitting outside with the old Italian man Tony and Gerard for Tony's 76th birthday… what a motley crew. That's when I looked twice to see George's hairline way back, like an Asian man's shaved front.

His white Buick is dirty, a direct reflection of the state of his dirty-ass life. Now he parks his car at Mommy's because he is too lazy to wake up and move it before going to work, and perhaps he feels ashamed for being such a loser and doesn't want to talk to anyone in town.

Yeah, I'd say karma is dragging him through it now. Life hasn't gotten better like he claimed, nor has he become happier, nor has his personal life or so-called friends — who weren't really friends.

He is like a lost soul looking for a place to be accepted. Only now he's 48, missed the mark, and lost out on anything as far as being appealing to the opposite sex or the same sex, if that's what he's really running away from.

Boy, this book is boring, and the fruit is rotten.