Emmette was at a bar having a drinkamd talking to the bartender, he always wasted his days like this. He doesnt even have a wife, nor kids, he just goes around drinking and hitting on women for a night or two.

He was chatting with the chill young bartender girl when his phone rang. It was his mom.

"Yes mom?" He took a drag of his cigarette as he answered the call.

"Emmette, dear..." She sounded Like she was crying.