Awakening from my sleep, was it all just a dream? Then the reality sinks in and soon my vision starts to fill my eyes with watery tears…from a man’s broken dream. My only escape from my broken dream, a full glass of brandy or maybe a couple of shots of gin? Pictures that fill my wall of happier times… memories gone by and frames covered in dust and dried tears stain that cover the glass. No man should have to endure such pain or heartache in one lifetime…I guess this distorted dream of happy family will be my lost legacy?