Chapter 1 - Drunk Blues
"Annnother rouuuund oh Whissskey my gooood pall" Johnathan slurred.
"Come on Johny don't ya think ya had enough" Billy asked.
"I I I I ain't had enough until I am passed out on the floor puking" Johnathan laughed.
"Well your going to end up dead if ya drink to much and I ain't cleaning up the mess so I say you've had enough now get out of my bar you stupid drunk and leave all yer caps" Billy ranted.
"No I I don't want to and you cannot make me" Johnathan yelled.
Johnathan left the bar without paying his tab but Billy did not care he knew he would be back tomorrow sober and he would have his caps. Johnathan stumbled across the ground trying to make an attempt just to get to his shack but he could hardly do that, he stumbled into a little girl and knocked her over.
"Hey you stupid drunk hick get out of my face" the girl squealed.
"You respect your older people who are older then you you younger person" John said back not making any sense.
"Your just like my daddy and I hate my daddy" the little girl said as she walked off.
John fell on the ground and started to puke a man then walked up to him.
"John, John, John when will you ever learn I told you to stop drinking you are going to kill yourselves one of these days I am serious" Ernest lectured him.
Ernest was Johnathan's brother they lived together in Devil's Valley ever since there parents died at age 17 ever since then Ernest was the responsible one and Johnathan drank away his sorrows he had been doing it for ten years and was probably going to be doing it for the rest of his life.
"Come on lets go home" Ernest said, he picked up John and had him on his shoulders in a fire man's carry he brought him to there small shack only big enough for one person but they managed. Ernest placed John on his bed on the left side of the room and Ernest walked to his bed and laid down awaiting the next day.