The following is a sneak peek taken from my forthcoming novel, Dorchester Court. Enjoy!
The house completely reeked of gin, but he didn’t have any shits left to give. Dean had been a functioning alcoholic for years, but now he was unabashedly non-functioning.
It was nearly one in the afternoon before he finally crawled out of bed the day after finding out his best friend had died. His bladder was bursting at the seams and needing to piss was the only thing motivating him to do any damn thing at all.
Unbalanced from all the booze, he stood over over the toilet and pissed half in the bowl and half on his feet. The stench of urine and gin mixed together was nearly enough to make him gag. Dean still didn’t want to process the news that his best friend was dead. Once his penis drained, he planned to swallow a few more shots of gin and jump straight back into bed. Maybe for the rest of the day. Or maybe forever. He didn’t care about his life anymore.
Dean looked down and saw that he’d got more piss on his feet than had gone in the bowl.