John hadn't drank in a while. He tried his hardest to cope with life in a healthy way but it felt like more and more BS was being thrown at him every day. He fought for respect like a cat in a group of dogs and at the end of the day, he could forget about it with enough drinks. Of course he knew this was unhealthy. Recently he thought; 'What the hell, we all die eventually' and went on a bender, drinking like his life depended on it. Sooner or later he was in a bar you were also in, picking a fight with some bastard who decided to open their yap. Not a good choice on his part.

"No, no...Say it again, I wanna hear it straight from the horse's mouth."

He slurred, standing up and cracking his knuckles as his eyebrows settled harshly into a scowl.