Happy Monster Island
Bad news: Your ride home is of the species barfly. Talking to him is as useful as talking to a plant, a plant that's been watered in whiskey and is slowly dying from alcohol poisoning.
You don't feel it would be wise to interupt the conversation he's having with his cups who he refers to by childish nicknames. He's staying off the floor by a miracle of physics. He smells like a distillery and you're getting contact drunk just sitting next to him.
Like the fish he catches during the day he seems to need to keep swallowing liquid to survive. It's fair to say he's a regular here, so regular that he never goes home and sleeps in a sitting position in the spot you see him in now.
You don't feel it would be wise to interupt the conversation he's having with his cups who he refers to by childish nicknames. He's staying off the floor by a miracle of physics. He smells like a distillery and you're getting contact drunk just sitting next to him.
Like the fish he catches during the day he seems to need to keep swallowing liquid to survive. It's fair to say he's a regular here, so regular that he never goes home and sleeps in a sitting position in the spot you see him in now.