Obstacles(4)

"Ok? What do you see yourself doing in the future?" Roger listens and asks.

"Uh…That's a tough one to answer."

"Come on. Think about it."

"Maybe…a scout, like you, or…a sports agency." Alex answers.

"Why." Roger goes deeper.

"Ah…Give me a second. I need a minute to think about it.

"Take your time."

He takes a deep breath then goes, "I mean…I like talking to people," says Alex. "You know me. I can't stop talking." He laughs. "I want a job where I can reach out to people and offer them what they need." He becomes excited gradually when he tells Roger what he wants to do.

"It sounds good." Roger says. "So…Scout and sport agency…You're telling me that you are looking for a job that enables you to find and offer someone who has a baseball dream the tickets to the league, or help them earn bigger contracts, right?"

"Yeah. That's what I'm talking about." Alex says. "But…" He stops talking, "I'm still searching, just looking around. I haven't had a clear picture of what I will be doing in the future." Then he continues speaking a second later.

"Take your time." Roger says, "Keep searching and learning. You will see it in no time. You never know."

"Yeah. That's very true." Alex nods.

"You're still young. You have time to search and make mistakes."

"Am I?"

"Yes!!! You're young!"

"Oh? Young?" Alex laughs.

"Yes. Comparing to me, you're fucking young!"

"Haha, I guess so." Alex glances at Roger.

"Look at me, and look at My winkles. I'm old." says Roger, and he laughs.

"C'mon. You aren't that old." Alex laughs.

"I'm, and believe me. You aren't too old. You're doing just fine."

"Yeah…I hope so."

"You're looking great to me!" says Roger.

"Thanks, I really need that. I…" ALex looks away.

"Yes?" asks Roger.

"I was so fucked up. Roger. I wasted so much time, and money. I'm hoping I won't make the same mistake again, wasting my life."

"You're fine, as long as you've learned something from that."

"Yeah…I hope I did pick up something from those days."

Roger smiles, "I'm sure you've learned something. You look different now."

"Thanks." Alex smiles too, "I still don't know what that means, I think I look the same, but thank you."

Roger gets up from the bed, walks to Alex, and pats him on his right shoulder. "It's a really good whiskey." He gives Alex a smile again.

Alex touches Roger's glass with his, "It is." Then he speaks.

"Cheers."