“It’s a long way back up” Simon was down. His hand broke his fall. Or the fall broke his hand. … maybe both. He’s down.
“It’s the fifth time this month you hit do wasted you can’t walk! That’s enough! ” Carla was ready to go back upstairs. “I ought to leave you on the street like a dog. What the hell are all those bottles doing out here? !”
“Wooow, you said fifth. .. they’re all fifths. Well when they had booze in them. I need a drink. Help me up, will ya.” He stares forward at his glasses on the ground. Shaking his hand. Hoping for feeling to return.
“Damn, that’s gonna hurt later. I wonder where those glasses went.”
Crunch!
Tomorrow will be a bad day for him!
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Yeah it’s not going to start well. Mixing liquor bad idea
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