New Year's Resolution

He put on his sweatpants, slovenly, without much forethought as to whom he may stumble into outside of his dreary cavern.  Although he did not drink the night before, since he was arbitrarily turning over a new leaf with the rest of the world, he walked with a drunken gait or a child's first steps on the sidewalk with intent of going to the store.  Murmurs to himself echo through the empty street as the rest of the town were still in disbelief that a new year has come and gone without so much as a blink of their eyes.  

"Hey there!" a shout from a few meters forward rings.  Still fuzzy with night vision, he ignores the shouts thinking they are not for him.  "I said, 'hey!'" the voice more perturbed than earlier speaks.  "Don't you remember me?  From high school?  It's Leah Vice."  She is nonplus from the lack of response.  "Alex... that's you right Alex?"

He looks at her with a spurious smile and nods, without anything more than the previous murmurs to himself.  She continues the one-sided conversation, "How have you been?"  He struggles to find audible words and instead shrugs halfheartedly back to her.  "Well, I have been great!  I have been on a new diet and lost twenty pounds, started a new career as a radio host and am starting to finally realize how happy I can be.  Oh, and I just got engaged."  The words just filter through his skull without much retention, like water through a colander.  He barely gives another nod, although it seems as if he is nodding off and instead is about to go to sleep.  "Well, you look ... um ... it was ... nice .... seeing you!"

Her stuttering was unnoticed by Alex, at this point disappointed that his life has never turned out to be the way that he dreamed it years ago in grammar school.  Every year was the same masquerade of dreams and hopes that by March would be demolished and burnt on the ground of his dungeon.  He sighed, heavily.  About five minutes pass as he arrives at the local convenience store.  He grabs his essentials, pays the clerk and walks back out into the blinding luminescence.  He shrugs once more passing a puddle and looking into his unshaven, scruffy face.  The short walk ends as he throws the bag of recently purchased items onto the table and walks into his cavern.   He sits, slouching slightly, and begins to type a story.  He types in... "New Year's Resolution"