Tezuka swallowed the last few drops of his drink and took a long look at the empty glass. It was funny how many things came to mind as he watched the glass – life is just a journey they say – with beginning, something in the way and a certain end. ‘Some bumps on the road are just the thing which makes you feel this life.’ – He thought but this hardly set his mind at ease. He quickly filled the glass and emptied it in a second. As the scotch burned its way into him he slowly began walking to his room – this day was already over. He had put an end to it. Soon enough he was sleeping…