JACKSON

As the rain begins to drizzle, I whisper, Will I be able to make it home in time? With this amount of alcohol in my system? Lightning strikes multiple times, and thunder follows.

“Another drink?” the bartender asks, but I decline, checking my time to see if I can make it home in time.

The rain subsides, but it’s still there, descending little by little. I dip my hand in my pocket and hand the bartender some dollar bills for my drink, asking him to keep the change. His eyes light ...