Chapter 189: A little sad question
Asher opened his car and drove off..what the hell was wrong with him? One minute he was standing in his living room waiting patiently to meet his children and next, he felt like he couldn't breath and then he was bolting out the door with no destination in mind.
Asher's quivering breath was evidence that he needed alcohol and he needed it fast.
And so, he drove off to the nearest bar. He sat on the stool closest to the television, he needed the noise from the television to drown the voices in his head.
"A bottle of Johnnie walker, please" He gestured to the barkeep to come.
The older man stared at him like he may have spoken by mistake.
"Do you mean a glass of Johnnie walker?" The bar keeper corrected him.
