"Are you drunk?" I asked, watching every move he makes.

"Nope," he said, then grinned. "Of course not. If I was drunk, would I do this?" He picked up another empty glass bottle and throw it at the old metal. It made a loud noise through the quiet surrounding.

"Carson, stop that. Are you crazy? You could get in serious trouble if a patrol car should pass by here. You're not supposed to be here." I shouted at him.

"I'm not? Of course I am, because I'm a...Scorpio." He pointed ...