Does this sun always have to beat down so darn bright and hot? Neil Peterson parked his beat-up Camaro in the proper lot and made the long walk across the scorching grounds of the NASA pilot testing and simulation facility. The incessant heat was just about the worst thing for his head and stomach, both of which felt awful from the previous night's drinking binge. With every shallow breath he took, the hot air burned his lungs, leaving Neil feeling faint and light-headed. At least when he made it to the hangar the temperature would drop down to ninety. Although Neil was only thirty-two years old, he looked closer to forty-two and felt more like fifty-two. He still had a resemblance to the good-looking man he had been only a few years back, before the alcohol began to take a more prominent role in his life. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - At one time in his life, Neil felt like he was on top of the world.
