"...One day at a time" The young man, who in a month's time will just be a man, whispered to himself and his empty van. Cigarette smoke hung low in the van along with her scent, for she only departed a short time ago. The words spoken tonight came out as easily as one may convert a member of the Westboro Baptist Church. But it happened none the less. "I.. Have. A small. Problem." He whispered with a shaky voice to his former lover whom he still loved. The past five days he had been sipping on a handle of bourbon whiskey to self medicate, because the way he saw it there were less side effects to that than the anti-depressants. He poured the remainder of the Jim Beam onto the frozen roads of his small familiar town while whispering to himself again, "This is for me this time. Not anyone else." He grabbed a fresh pack of cigarettes from the glove box and thought that the most sexy thing a woman can do is light her man's cigarette for him. He thought of many things in that empty van. Thoughts of hope. Of the winter. Of summer. Her. His Birthday was rapidly approaching and that frightened but also excited him. He was becoming a man. One day at a time.