Callaghan had had enough. His thoughts had verged on suicidal for some time, since everything in his world went down the pan.
Wife, job, savings, home...
He clutched the bottle and took a deep swig. The tablets he'd swallowed ought to kick in soon, he thought. Then it'll all be over. All he had to do was keep drinking.
Another swig. A bad feeling inside. The vomit beginning to rise.
He retched, and leaned to one side as a stream of foul-smelling red liquid gushed from him. Wiping his mouth, he smiled ruefully.
Tizer had never agreed with him.