Something To Look Forward To

"Why do you always drink so much, Grandpa?"  Kyle asked nervously.  He'd been planning to use the bathroom for some 'private time' with his miniature Smart Window, but for some reason the bathroom was where Grandpa was having his morning drink.  Perched on the closed toilet seat in his bathrobe, with a 8 AM martini in one hand, and a nicotine inhaler in the other.  The bathroom LED's embedded in the walls reflected harsh white light from Grandpa's ancient steel-rimmed glasses, and on his sudden tears.  "Because I worked all my life to be a writer, and my crowning achievement was I had a book on tape."  Grandpa said, voice as bitter as his tumbler of gin.  "And nowadays, you kids don't know what either of those things are."