Click is the first of ten short stories published as a collection by writer and filmmaker Christopher J. Aran in his book entitled Awake While Dreaming.
A disenchanted photographer wishes for true creative freedom, then receives it. But at what cost?
Why does it hurt? I’m going to throw up. C’mon. Get up. Just…that’s it legs. C’mon feet. Maybe if I put my hand up…Okay almost up. The bowl’s covered in puke again. Where’s the mirror? There. My god….you look like shit…..
That was Sunday morning. Again. I woke up in a pool of vomit because I completely missed the toilet. And the truth is, I’m not surprised. If aim were my talent, I’d be an athlete. But I’m not. What am I these days? Well if you asked my parents, I’m well on my way to being the next Lachapelle. I prefer the first me. Don’t tell them that though. If you asked my friends, I’m the coolest, baddest, motherfucker in town. Under 170 pounds that is. Ask me, I’m fucking lost. What happened? I’ve run out of excuses. Late bloomer? Maybe three years ago. Mid life crisis? Not even close yet. The unsettling feeling of total failure? Yeah, that sounds about right. Of course if you checked my accrued frequent flier mileage and my humble bank account balance, it might disagree with you. It might lead you to agree with my parents. But there’s the paper me. There’s the “you’ve got an impressive portfolio,” me. Then there’s me. The guy that wakes up hugging toilet bowls every Sunday morning ‘cause come Saturday evening he’s on a mission. A mission from pride. Gotta live the night like a king to make up for another lost week of what life could’ve been. Of what life should be. So how does the repetition end? How am I supposed to stop wiping my face on some two hundred pound bouncers’ jacket as I’m getting launched into an alley while my buddies cheer me on? How do I wake up to a cup of coffee, without downing the Advil? A change. Something needs to change…