Chapter 1: Chapter 1
Josep woke up, drool hanging from the side of his mouth. His breath stunk of alcohol. He looked to his side at the bartender.
"How long have I been here?" he asked, his head reeling in pain with each word.
"Three hours," he responded.
"Jesus," he said, getting up. He saw a few glasses beside him and took out his wallet and laid down a few twenties.
He remembered one more thing. He couldn't drive. "I need a ride home," he said, handing the bartender another twenty.
"You really are helpless," the guy sighed. Dick, Joseph thought. He had a slight buzz going and his legs wouldn't co-operate with him. He could never handle his drinks well. Once he'd drank a few drinks at the bar and fell asleep on a bench outside the ladies' restroom. It was embarrassing to say the least.