Down for the Count
an excerpt

Turtle, on the other hand, was just a hand full of trouble. Bad things had been happening to him since the day he was born. He'd been cheated, lied to, abandoned, picked up, just to be broken again. He was the product of too many nights binge drinking, cocaine relapses, meth withdrawls. Turtle didn't care about anything but music and drinking, and wandering around at parties trying to find girls.

One of the best ways to describe Turtle would be parties. A party he had once been to, he was too hyped up on cocaine that one of his friends, Dakota gave him. the entire night, he had been running around screaming, "Let's drink some fuckin' beers!" His white car had been grafittied with "fuck you" and "black flag/the germs/fear psychotic reaction." Turtle rushed out of his house half naked and cranked up the boat siren installed in his car, spraypaint still fresh and dripping all over him. "LET'S DRINK SOME FUCKIN' BEER!" he screamed, while in a football stance. He had just found out he was going through a divorce and was dealing with it in a most efficient, or the best way he knew how, Turtle-style.

"You'll never be able to drive through town in this car," Race had said with a small chuckle.

"I don't give a fuck! It's bad-ass though, ain't it?? Fuck all those fucks!" As he vomited on the ground, he ripped the DirecTV dish off of the side of his house. Saying he was done and going to sleep, he flopped around on the bed in his living room. Shortly after thrashing around for a while, he hurled a bottle of Jack Daniels. The bottle shattered through his window and he bellowed: "Fuck that bitch!" Instead of sleeping, Turtle stripped down to his boxers, and began to sling a phone cord with the phone still attached, over his head. The phone wrapped around the ceiling fan, and Turtle leapt up and pulled the blades of the fans off of the base.

And that was a day in the life of Turtle. He didn't care who you were or what you did, you were probably the Anti-Christ anyway, and did you wanna hang out, and drink some fuckin beers?