I sat on my balcony in the late evening, smoking my last cigarette. The traffic below rushed past me, people were screaming and socializing. I pulled the blanket tighter around me, because it was getting colder and colder. The skyline before me seemed to get more and more impersonal as I sat there, pondering my next move in the game of life. Nothing was going for me. I had come so close to flunking out of college that it seemed useless to continue. Girls did nothing but confuse me and bring me down. All my close friends seemed so far away that they weren't close anymore. Life had lost all flavor, and pleasure was harder and harder to find. I remembered the past, when everything was simple and good. I should have quit when I was ahead.