Clay was the only thing close to a father you had he was your mothers friend so you call him Uncle he was the closest thing to a father you had and he couldn’t even do that right. He thought taking you on a camping trip would help toughen you up well other then hunting you guys settled into camp earlier and he started drinking just like he did at home “let me tell you something..” he pointed the bottle at you making you flinch for a minute he took other swig “drunk is nature” he said slurred