| Comment | Just imagine:
A close up of a visibly drink man as he tips the bottom of his buckfast bottle to the sky. His thirst quenched he brings it down again, eyelids half closed and eyes barely able to focus be spots a bin. He stumbles toward it 2 steps towards and one back over and over. He reaches his long sought goal. He places the bottle precariously on top of the overflowing bin, balancing it as best as he can.
It slides in slow motion black and white off and a top down shot shows it heading for the ground. We cut back to the man's eyes, one intentionally closed to combine all focus into the other.
The bottle smashes.
Innocence is lost.
A record scratches.
The rest of the knuckle dragging crowd stare at their cans, bottles and crisp bags in their hands and just...
Let them go.
And they fall, lost like tears in rain |
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