Hey guys, here's the newest book im beginning to work on. Currently im thinking of a good plot but its not coming to me so far.

Deadbeat To an Old Geezer

“Get outta here ya bum!” the barkeeper yelled as he tossed my sorry ass out of the front door and into the cold, rough, cobblestone streets. I landed facedown in a shallow but rather muddy puddle just a few feet from the wooden steps that led up to Mc Anally’s Pub. Coughing and spitting out the stagnant mud I rolled onto my back out of the puddle and stared at the darkened, cloudy skies.
It was raining heavily at the time. Torrents of rain slapped down on the streets and my poor drunken face. I ignored the pain felt all over my body, and wiped the caked on mud from my torn black slacks and button-down white shirt that now clearly showed my overweight, out of shape torso.
I groaned drunkenly (literally) and looked around to each side. My vision was blurred from a mix of the rain in my eyes and the hot whiskey that I had failed to pay for, which led to my being thrown out.
I focused on my surroundings and found a darkened alleyway, away from rain and anyone that could potentially see me. Not that I really cared anyway. So I crawled there. More like I clawed my way, over the few feet between me and shelter, as my legs seemed to not want to do anything at that particular time. Damn you sir whiskey, you betray me again.
I leaned up against the brick alley and looked at my battered and bloody self. My slacks had ragged holes in both knees, and a torn seam up my right thigh, just high enough to show the bottoms of my boxers. That’s right ladies, I’m more of a boxer man, briefs just don’t seem to do it for me, too much constriction for little Cliff.
By the way, that’s my name. Cliff, Cliff Anderson. I’m a writer, well I wish I were. I’m hardly anything you could call successful as you can see from my current appearance. I am seriously down on my luck. I invested a lot of time, money, and effort to write the great American novel, little did I know that my ambitions would be spurned and I would eventually land my self in the cold clutches of debt, forcing me out of house and home. So here we are. Or here I am at least. Homeless, 24 and well on my way to becoming even more of an outcast than I am now, and to make matters worse, I’m very drunk, and very hungry. Life seriously sucks right now.
I looked to my right, a few feet within the alley and found a pair of trash cans. “Do I really want to do this?” I thought to myself. “Am I really that hungry?” I asked again. My roaring belly answered a resounding yes. I stood up, practically sliding up the wall to my feet, and I shuffled over to the tin cans. I opened up the first one and looked inside. It was pretty empty, only a few candy wrappers and a fast food wrapper lay in the bottom of the can. A horrible smell emanated from it was well, which made me question what else had been in there. I turned to the next can and opened the lid and immediately dropped it. It made a loud clash on the ground but I didn’t care. I stared onto the top of the almost full pile of trash in the can with eyes wide open. I grabbed a filthy paperback book out of the trash titled “The River Styx” by Cliff Anderson. Nothing like a blast or reality to sober a man up. Fire flashed behind my deep brown eyes and threw the book against the wall in a fit of rage.
“Damnit!” I screamed in my rage as I tried looking for something to relive my aggressions on. The wall was the closest thing available. I curled my hand into a fist and punched as hard as I could. The wall as science, as well as 20th century buildings prove, that the wall definitely won the fight. I reeled back swearing at myself in even more anger than before, clutching my very sore and soon to be, very ‘bruised’ hand, than god it wasn’t broken.
I sighed in a very tired, angry, and rough tone and slid down to sitting against the wall. I flicked my hair to the right to get a lock of curly black hair out of my eyes. The wet hair dangled back in the same place. I was too tired to pay attention anymore, so I rolled to my side and closed my eyes.[/B][/B][B][B][/B][B]