I'd been hitting the bottle pretty hard that... night? Day? Week?
I'd been hitting the bottle pretty hard for a while, let's say, when he walked in.
He had come in saying something about how I was running late for something, I don't know, I wasn't paying attention as he came in and yelled. When he grabbed one of my bottles, then I paid attention.
He said I was smashed, which, you know, fair, and that he was disappointed in me.
As he turned around, well, I grabbed an empty and hit him pretty hard with it, smashed it good...
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