Nobody's Hero- No Way Out(Snippet)

Note: This is a work of fiction I have been writing entitled, Nobody's Hero. This is in the first chapter of the story, and the main character has been drinking and is now walking back home from his neighborhood bar. I posted this as a way of getting back into the grooved of creative writing, and eventually finishing this project.

The brunt of old man winter’s wrath was more terrifying than any thug or degenerate pacing the streets in the midnight hours. Since tonight he was particularly cantankerous, there was not much activity on the streets. The boarded up windows, empty roads, and broken-down buildings were a reflection of both my own self-image and the hopelessness of a city on the brink of self-implosion. A mix of ice-cold snow slapped me sober, or at least sober enough to pull the hood over my head before I headed further into the urban freeze. I staggered more than walked, using the crumbled shambles of commercialism as a crutch while the dull neon glows led me down the block. The toughest parts were fighting through the slush and slosh of the intersections because of how slick they were, the snow worn to mush from the day’s heavy traffic flow. In my inebriation, navigating slippery roadways was near impossible; but you manage- you fight, you slide, scrape, widen your stance and scoot- anything to get to the promise of heat and warmth you find in the arms of the one you love. A quarter of the way back, my toes began to freeze up from the walk, and my bladder was crying uncle from the excessive drinking. So far, the fact I was drinking was the second reason why I have been able to keep so warm; the first being the sheer willpower of buying a heavy coat three winters ago for five-hundred dollars. It was earning its worth tonight, as it had many a blustery night before, as I darted into an alleyway to relieve myself. Steam and urine shot out like a hydrant unbolted in the summer heat, extinguishing my discomfort on a time-worn concrete wall. As I readied myself to continue the perilous trek back home, I noticed the cop car that just pulled up to meet me at the entrance to the alleyway, and unfortunately, its only exit.