Dear sister, Beth Aldridge..

Hey, Ana. Beth Aldridge.

I heard pizza. Lewis Smyles

I'm good! What about you, Beth Aldridge.?

[It had been any other day, but today felt different, I needed something to drink, hard liquor. That's what I need.-- 𝓭𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

--I just haven't felt good all week and needed a load off. I go to the bar I usually go to, it's not popular, but-- 𝓭𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

--It has cheap liquor, and it's good. I walk into the bar, moving to the bar, sitting on one of the vacant stools.--𝓭𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

--It was a late afternoon, not many people were here. I look around to notice 𝓭𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 walking in, I haven't recognize him.--

--, and I was a regular.] 𝓭𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

Me. Too. [I sigh loudly before planting myself on Beth Aldridge..]