Insidious Insanity

Man,this sucks. He hated this guy.
He wanted desperately not to be near this guy let alone stuck in the same tiny bathroom with him.
Trying to avoid staring into the pathetic eyes of a hopeless drunk.
The stark light from the bare bulb only accented the bursting tormented veins like a thousand purple and blue glow sticks zig zagging across his nose.
He wore the same trashy pajamas
And no matter how often he showered or what soap he used he just smelled like a clean version of stale sweat and cheap booze.
What a loser. What posses a person to plunge to such despair? Why does he do this day after day?
He wanted to scream at him. Wrap his hands around his neck and shake him until he either snapped to or snapped in two.
The anger rising higher than the man he could’t take his eyes off of.
But alas powerlessness again over took him.
And with trembling hands he wiped the steam from the mirror begging his reflection that this day would be different as he picked up his razor wishing it was electric.