J.R. Chandler sat at the end of the bar finishing his ninth scotch. He sat thinking about how hw lost Babe, his love affair with Amanda was waning, and most of all he was betrayed by his father. J.R. had plenty on his mind and decided to sort it out by going back to his old days of booze. He slammed his glass down after he drained it. The bartender saw that J.R. was pretty hammered so he decided not serve him anymore.

"Oh c'mon man…one more drink." he slurred.

"No, I don't think so. You should go home."

"And you should shut the fuck up!"

"I'm gonna let that one slide."

"Fuck You! I'm J.R. fucking Chandler! I own this town! I own you!" he slid off the barstool and wobbled.

"Dwayne!" a brawny man came behind J.R.

"Is this man being a troublemaker?" Dwayne said.

"Yeah. Get 'em outta here."

"Let's go, pal. You had enough." the bouncer put his hand on J.R.'s shoulder.

"Get your damn hands off me! You know who the fuck I am?!"

The bouncer suddenly grabbed J.R. by the neck and shoved him out of the bar. J.R. fell to the ground and cursed the bouncer. When he finally gained composure he realized he wasn't pissed at the bouncer or the bartender but he was angry at himself. He really wanted Babe, to smell her, touch her. He was walking down the street wrapping his suit jacket around him this cold fall night. His eyes fixated on a store with it's lights on. He read the sign above the store and realized it was a bookshop. He thought of an idea to see his son and Babe at the same time. He missed Little Adam since the judge lessened his visits with his son. J.R. peered through the window and saw they had a children's book section. He would get a book for Little Adam. He staggered his way to the door and saw it was open. The smell of old leather binding went to his nose. He saw all types of books on shelves and on small tables. The place had several black and deep purple curtains. J.R. suddenly heard a woman's voice.

"Excuse me. I'm sorry but we're closing."

"I need a…children's book." he completely ignored her comment.

"Sir, it's closed. I was about to lock the door. You have to come again tomorrow."

"And I said I want a goddamn children's book!"

"Okay, are you drunk?" the woman was getting annoyed.

"I'm not drunk, you bitch! I want a children's book to give to my son! Where are they?!" J.R. stumbled around the store and the woman was following after him. The woman grabbed his arm.

"Hey! I said that the store is closed."

"Get you damn hands off me! I'm J.R. Chandler son of Adam Chandler. I can go anywhere I damn well please!"

"Look, I don't give a fuck who you are! I said this place is closed!" she was trying to make him stop.

"You should be. I will have this place fl-fla-flattened." J.R. felt dizzy and fell down. The woman tried to help him up but he smacked her hand away. He felt sick to his stomach and vomited on the ground.

"Shit!" the woman yelled.

"I'm sorry." then he passed out.