John swayed back and forth his hand griping a bottle of mostly empty whiskey. In his large dark hand,One step after the other took him twords a small warehouse like building.

  walking inside John was instantly accosted by a small man with grey hair in a comb over . Looking down John saw the mans mouth moving and focused through his whiskey blur ,

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  grey man : John where were you ?

  my god you smell like drink again

  John tried to talk

  john: I'm sorry boss ,I ...

  grey man : it dosent matter ,get changed and get in the ring

  john walked forward twords the changing room.