Here’s a story written in response to this prompt. I will refer to Drink Guy as D
D: Holler! Holler!
D: I wish to tell you a shakrat
D: The Sakreat to life…
Mon: There’s a nice chair over there. Why don’t you sit on the chair? OK, don’t come closer.
(D looks around and shuffles randomly to a pile of hay. He falls on it abruptly and sits there.)
D: The secret to life..
Mon:-squints at drunk guy-
D: .is to breathe.
Mon: Thanks..I…uh. Should’ve know that.
D: I am going to kill your mother-in-law, too.
D: -Squints at Mon-
Something kind of like this happened. I was walking down the street when this guy steps in front of me. He says, “I am going to kill your mother in law,” and shuffles away. Yeah….fun.
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