The bottle of whiskey in his hands was no longer a surprise, Jason staggered down the street while downing the rest of the liquid in the neck. He took out his cell phone and punched in his number. He waited to ring until it went to voicemail.

You wouldn’t answer and he knew it. He couldn't show feelings when he was sober, he had to have something to blame and it was always the drink

"I know, I'm stupid and you deserve a better son of a b*tch than me but... call me back, baby... Please!"