It's Almost Like I Live Here

Honestly, Ashmedai thought about making his way to the brambles. There were more varieties of fruits there, but it was also more dangerous. Damn... choices were too hard when you were already drunk. At least if he drank a lot, the thorns wouldn't hurt him until he got sober again anyway.

Ooh! That was a familiar voice! Ash turned, sloppy grin showing the tips of his canines.

Uh oh, it was Dad.

Ash tried to straighten himself a bit, but his shit-eating grin remained.

"Well, I feel like shit," he confirmed a little too giddy for the words coming out of his mouth. "And you look old."