Cold beer

Alex relaxed as the warm water from the shower relaxed his achy muscles. As he cleaned himself up he looked over the seemingly endless amount of scars over his body. Each one a reminder of a failed grade, drunken night of anger, chore not done in time, etc it was the reason why he never took his shirt off around others no matter how hot it got. After cleaning up he left the bathhouse and made his way to his own little camp. While he had his own room in the employee lodging, He preferred to simply camp out among the stars and away from people usually where he'd be working the next day.

Taking a seat on a well worn camping chair, Alex made a simple of chili with a nice ice chest full of beer to wash it down. As he let the pot cook on the fire Alex pulled out a guitar and began playing some simple tunes.