Worth Remembering

He was the centre of everyone's attention, the life of the party, he didn't stop. He lived for the moment, every moment, twenty-four seven. Parties with dozens and dozens of people,  the girls swooned to him for his looks, his charisma, he drank with friends until they blacked out and woke up the next day with only stories of stupid things lost to each other's memories. A cocktail of all the best things in life, indulged on every whim and for nothing but amusement.

He stayed at home most days, lifted a few weights in the morning, ate some food and watched some films in his flat. He took a trip to a local job centre most days, looking for some work, something small and unambitious to make ends meet and begin paying his debts off. He was always home before sundown for his bath though, and he made sure to lift a few weights before bed so as to remain productive.

He was the voice amongst all the voices.  When he spoke, people listened, because he had all the best stories, all the funniest recollections and the wildest adventures. Not all of his stories were true, and they knew it, but it didn't matter, it was how he told them. And when he found someone he liked, he talked to her, and her alone, and with his words he made sure she was going back to his flat with him that night.

He didn't have much to say, his life was a routine, it was the same on a Monday as it was on a Thursday or a Saturday or any other day. The job centre was closed on a Saturday though, but that just gave him time to do the weekly food-shop. There were no tales to tell, no adventures to recount, and he didn't bother to make any up. His partner came over some afternoons to watch the films with him, and they talked about those.

The contact list on his iPhone was a stream of names, mostly nicknames or stupid monikers bestowed on the ones he didn't really know. It only took one text to that list and people would come running to whichever club or pub he was in at that time. Sometimes it was day, sometimes it was night, it didn't really matter, somewhere would be open and someone would come. Mostly, it didn't really matter who, he'd drink enough for both of them, and spend enough that they didn't even need to have money. His overdraft would cover it, and he'd taken loans too. With one of them, he'd bought a puppy, just to make the girls coo. The girls had loved the puppy. He'd sold it on a month later though, it was too much work to keep a puppy, and bought a 40-inch plasma television instead. The girls loved that television.

Mostly, he kept to himself. His girlfriend was all the company he needed, and so the contact list on his temporary phone was small. Close friends, people he didn't see often but wouldn't want to lose touch with. Going online was good for that, too, so he had a cheap Internet package and a laptop in his flat. Aside from that, he didn't have many personal belongings, although he did like his large television. It helped him enjoy the films more to have a large television. He hoped to move out of the flat soon though, his girlfriend still lived with her parents, and they couldn't very well raise a baby in the flat.

He never looked to the future, it was against his personal philosophy. Live for the moment, caution to the wind, you never think of the hangover when you're downing the shot. His past was a series of crazy happenings to be recalled, and he always looked to add each night to that past. Today was what you'll be telling people about tomorrow, he felt, so make it worth telling at any costs. He expected people would always be talking about him, even when he was gone, as the guy you could rely on for a good time.

He tried not to look back at the past, what with the baby on the way and all the things he'd have to get ready. His partner and his child were his future now, so his focus was on taking care of that at any costs. The past was just a haze of nights out, drinking and partying and girls, spending money he didn't really have. He had been the guy you could rely on for a good time, but nobody remembered him for that now. It wasn't worth remembering. He was still the same man, but just in a different time, he supposed.