Whiskey Blues

Part 1

4:38 A.M, Office room at computer.

*Picks up whiskey glass*

*Starts typing on buisness document*

"God fucking damn it!"

*Throwing pencil holder against wall*

"I can't ever do this shit! Why the fuck does it have to always be so fucking hard to do!"

*Stands up grabbing whiskey glass, starts walking towards the door*

~~~~~~~~~~~Living room~~~~~~~~~~~~

*Closes office door to see his dog sitting there staring right at him*

"Oh hey spot I didn't see you there"

*lightly nudging the dog with his foot, motioning him to the couch*

"What's on tonight?"

*Grabs the T.V. remote and flicks through show only to stop at South Park*

*He starts to laugh as the kids smoke pot with a talking towel*

*Reaching under the couch*

"Let's see here, cigars, no. Bag of randomness, no."

*Grabs green sirhan wrapped object*

*pulling out knife slits open object*

"Ugh know that's the smell of a good time"

*Takes pinch of substance and grabs peice of paper to roll it in*

*starts rolling a blunt pulls out his lighter and flicks ot on lighting the finished blunt*

*looking at dog slowly drifting off to sleep here door bell chime*

"OH SHIT! BE RIGHT THERE!"

*Puts out blunt and kicks bag under couch running to the door*

*Opening the door looks at tired door to door sales man making early rounds*

"What."

The salesman replies: "Hello my name is Phil and have you heard of the latest and greatest investment of the week? "

He replies with, "Shoot"

"Well it's called... The cigar roller it'll roll you cigar for you and it has many other uses like cigarettes, just rolling paper for your kids" Phil said enthusiastically

The man instantly responded with, "I dont have kids"

"What about a wife? Friends? Family?"

"No, Nope, Zilch. I'm all alone, wanna come in and use the peice of shit roller?"

"Sure, so hey what's your name?"

"Don't have one"

*Grabbing blunt and igniting it passing it to Phil*

"No thanks I'm go..."

"Take the fuckin thing"

*Placing it in his mouth*

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