al wanted to cut off all of his hair, the problem was, there wasn't enough left of it. time and time again, he had taken the glistening shears to his head and cut close to the scalp. he could always feel the cold metal begin to warm as he went, each snip drawing it closer to blood temperature. but now, there was nothing left for al. instead, he took down a glass from the cabinets in the kitchen, he noticed that the hinges were beginning to come loose again, but shrugged it off, leaving the task of fixing for another day. al walked to the refrigerator and pulled out the almost sour orange juice, poured it into the cup, leaving it half empty, and placed the orange juice in the exact same spot from which he had removed it. he then opened the freezer doors and as the cloud of frozen vapors poured out like fog over the bridge, he reached in and grabbed the vodka after shuffling around the meat and bags of ice he kept for special occasions and guests. al topped off the glass with the cold, clear liquid and smiled, looking forward to his treat. after placing the vodka back in a slightly more convenient area, this time in front of the meat and bags of ice, he closed the freezer, making sure it was properly sealed. he feared that if the freezer were, in fact, not properly sealed, the clouds of frozen vapor would fill his small apartment and condense over his body when he was sleeping, freezing him in a cocoon of blankets. this was not something that al wanted. before beginning the glass, he walked into the bathroom, picked up his scissors, and ran his thumb along the dulling blade. he tried, again and again to cut at his hair, but not with noticeable effects. he put down the scissors with defeat, walked back to the kitchen, picked up the glass, and proceeded to drink while he sat in the chair with the hole in the arm rest. al gulped at the drink and realized that the orange juice had gone bad, but the alcohol did a good enough job at covering it up. eventually, he could see through the bottom of the glass, signaling that the drink, was in fact, gone.