It was the next day in Chicago Illinois and it was 7 in the morning. Mickey was up all night drinking and having friends over. He got drunk and decided to play darts by himself until one of his friends came in.
" What" Mickey says with his shirt of staring at the dart board.
"That kid is gonna get better man just give him time it's not worth it" his friend says to him why standing by his table by his bed.
" K pal" Mickey says after throwing the dart.
His friend stood there for a moment staring at the beer cans stacked and Mickey. Mickey looked at him with confusion. He looked likes shit drunk. His friend snapped out of it and walked out closing the door behind him.
Sorry this was like really damn short.
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Gallavich: In Love With a Bipolar
Fanfiction" It could be Bipolar Disease like our momma" " what, what the fuck does that mean"
