“slurred words”
DRUNK MIKEY CONFESSIONS status: semi-selective
A caustic laugh resonates, followed by him stamping his feet one after the other. "That bitch, fuck bro, I'd hate to be in his mind. He sees shit, y'feel me? YOu know?" Michael slurs around, words flopping over each other. "It wasn't m'fault that Hannah wasa total whackadoodle dip and frigg--friggen went out into ashitting blizzard! Liek shiiiit who does that??" he says, howling out another laugh. He takes a swig from his Long Island and rests back, blinking through the haze. His head is swimming though.
"I feel bad for him though. If that shit ever happened to my sisteror my brother... I'd hate the people that did it. I'd.. I'd f-fucking.. Shit, I don't know what I'd do.. But he's a crazy motherfucker. I'd get over it eventually. He can't. The bullshit's like discombobulated in his mind, y'feel me? And well.. Now.. Now? He’s dead. Just likethe rest of ’em... Just like the rest."
