Confession ch 3

Dr. Swiss had always had a sort of alcohol problem. He's never been addicted to the stuff, but he had always acted insane while under the influence. He first touched alcohol when he was seventeen at his high school graduation party. That night he banged three of his classmates, and attempted to stick his dick in the bathroom sink. A few years later his buddies and him took a trip to Las Vegas. He got so drunk at one of the casinos that the manager threw him out for life. The place smelled like jizz and death anyway so Dr. Swiss wasn't heartbroken. But since then he hasn't touched a bottle of beer, Whiskey, or anything other alcoholic substance. But that day, Dr. Swiss needed to return to his old friend lady Vodka. The doctor got strange looks as he entered Skeeter's Bar and Cocktails. A man dressed in such a lovely white dress shirt and black Khaki pants was the last thing the bar rednecks thought they'd see in there. Ignoring the weird looks, Dr. Swiss took his seat at the counter.

"Hey buddy, church ain't till' tomorrow." The bartender teased.

"Vodka on the rocks, now." The doctor ordered.

"Jeez, just messin' with ya' buddy." Soon enough the doctor had his drink. He drank it and ordered another. He did this until he was buzzed, but not too drunk he couldn't keep an intelligent conversation with the man next to him.

"You come here often?" Dr. Swiss asked the the man wearing a red "Scotch" and blue over-shirt.

"Everyday with my wife here." He pointed to a red-headed lady next to him with a "I'm with stupid"

T-shirt on.

"So, you got any kids, cause I'm good with with kids." The doctor said, now getting a little lightheaded.

"Yeah, three of em'. There's Kevin, Kenny, and...what is her name?"

" Stuart, How could you forget about Karen you drunk bastard? The man's wife said, hitting him on his arm.

"Carol, you hit me again and I'll fucking do something."

"Wait, your kids are Kenny and Karen. I've meet them, and they've told he how you guys are neglectful and horrible fucking parents. And I can see why."

"You best leave mister if you know what's good for you" Stuart threatened.

"You don't scare me you incompetent redneck piece of shit." Stuart responded by pulling his .38 revolver out of his holster and pointing it at Dr. Swiss.

"What did you say?" Stuart asked, pressing the gun against Dr. Swiss' head.

"I said..." Dr. Swiss snatched the gun out of Stuart's hand and punched him out of his seat. "You're a redneck piece of shit."

"You fucking motherfu..." Stuart tried to grab the gun back from Dr. Swiss, resulting in the gun falling to the ground, discharging, and hitting Stuart in the stomach.

"Stuart!" Carol yelled, running over to him. Dr. Swiss took a final swig from his Vodka and left the bar. He spent the rest of the night in the bad side of town, soliciting prostitutes. He woke up the next morning in a motel six, with his wallet stolen.

"That...bitch." Dr. Swiss said, waking up from his booze induced sleep. The first thing Dr. Swiss did was check his phone, there a message from the association he worked for.

"Brian

Your drunk episode had resulted in the serious injury of one of your patient's parents. The association cannot let this go unpunished. You are here by revoked of your therapy license. The police cannot prosecute you though, you were acting in self defence according to the witnesses. Still, your fired. Chairwoman Kimberly.

"Fuck."