Continuation of Sunday, 24th September
"Hey, Jacques. How are you today?"
Jaques was always drunk at night but angry midday.
"I feel like shit. That someone stepped on. And then they took it off with a stick and threw that stick into more shit."
Jacques is a very melodramatic person.
"D'you need some advil?"
"Always do, Amanda."
I chuckled, bringing him some advil from the rusty cabinet. I also brought him some water.
"Take it, you fucker. Maybe then you'll stop whining and winging all the damn time."
"Don't worry. By the way, May called up. She wants ya to visit her. She's lonely, the poor old hag."
May was a cruicial part of my life. She took care of me before Mom died, helped me through Mom's death and she was this blinding flash of pulchritude.
And she meant so much to me.
"Don't speak about May like that." I reprimand.
He puts his hands up in mock surrender, before taking his advil.
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At night
"Let's get fucked up. I got some cheap beer and two shot glasses."
Jacques understanded me on a personal level, so he knew I couldn't resist the allurement of alcohol.
"Bring in the alcohol, Jacques."
And in that moment, nothing seemed better than cheap beer.
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