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Chapter 65

Chris and Jesus didn't accomplish much during their pow-wow other than demolishing a case of beer. Apparently, having been raised on wine, the guy could hold his liquor. Whereas, Chris, who used to be able to drink anyone under the table and still recite the alphabet backwards, lost time after an easy half-dozen brews.

Tonight, he didn't limit himself on the bottles he chugged. Knew what might happen if he tipped off the edge. Kind of hoped it would happen.

Sure, drinking when he had important shit to figure out - like finding his mommy and deciphering her plans - might be stupid, but some of his best ideas came while drunk. His problem was recalling all the details the following day because he never wrote them down. Or when he did, the lipstick on a napkin proved fairly unreadable. Who knew how many millions of dollars he'd lost out on because he couldn't remember the brilliant math accomplished the night before.