It’s late September in 1970-1987 (you pick the year).

Ronnie was at a bar, drinking away his issues like always. Though he never touched drugs, he drank way too much. He was alone, and a bit sleepy. He was in a surprisingly talkative mood, and tried to make conversation with just about anyone, but he got the cold shoulder from literally everyone.

He finally gave up and stared into the bottom of his glass.