🔒The drunk talks...

The pungent smell of alcohol oozes from his skin. It doesn't wash off. On a binge. His eyes are red and he is talking...then yelling. Gets up..paces..sits down.
Coffee table...the glass, his change and a guitar pick from his pocket. He is angry.
It's at his waist.
On the table.
Spin spin
He's laughing but it isn't funny.
We don't talk.
I have already peed my undies are wet.
Don't cry. I won't cry.
I am little.
Dad's
Mom not there.
Spilled metal things.
He is loading.
Watch. Watch. He wants us to see.
He means it.
Someone is going to pay.
Wrecked everything.
Cursing
Spin spin
Empty
Fill
Empty
Fill
Bullets
Don't cry. I won't cry.

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