Homer
I guess I should be relaxing now that I'm at the burn's mansion despite all that has happened.
"Marge do we have any more beer?" I bought a pack when Bart went to hospital and now I'm back under the curse of Alcoholism. It's a disease.
"Homie, can't you just quit again?"
"Can I just quit? No I can't quit… it's a disease honey, I have no control over it, ok I'll be at Moe's" I hear Marge groan as I step out of the mansion, this will be our first night at the mansion.
I never realized how much Moe's Tavern had changed till I walked in and saw my old buddy Otto. I found it weird that he didn't come; I guess he was more into needle drugs and heavy metal.
"What up Dude?" Says the bus driver of some primary school bus.
"Hey Otto, how you been?"
"Well I just got out of jail; remember the two year sentence I got for cocaine possession?" He laughs because he knows I'm linked to this.
Two years ago Otto had been doing some cocaine with me and the guys (Moe, Lenny and Carl). We all had a mild addiction that we tried to hide. However how addictions worsen, I mean I would just lie on the couch all day and do nothing except watch T.V, Otto's addiction got so bad it was only a matter of time before he was caught or dead.
The day he did get caught was possibly the worst day of his life, that all missing out on the Gun's N' Roses concert that took place 3 days after he got caught. He was driving the bus to school when he stopped and got some cocaine and sniffed it. His drug addiction got so bad he had too… too bad Ralph told his dad that Otto had been sniffing flour on the school bus and looking all crazy.
"Anyways, It's good that your finally out,"
"Hell yeah dude, I'm never doing cocaine again, just good old heroin is all I need," He says this with a smile as he drinks up his beer.
"Play some tunes dude!!!" He yells at the bar tender while gesturing him to refill his now empty beer mug. Moe sighs before refilling his mug and turning the new stereo which was obtained about a year ago.
"So, Otto now that your out of jail… what you planning to do??" I ask pretty pathetically.
"I want to try and get my old job back, I mean it's all I could possibly do, and I don't even have a house anymore." I felt like offering him a place in my tree house next to the Scott but I don't want the whole primary school staff living in my son's tree house.
I nearly forgot I am a millionaire now and I could just buy this guy a house.
"Yeah, life's a bitch" Says the handsome Moe who now has a bar that looks almost new. It's weird what paint can do to a shit shack.
"I nearly forgot, Moe I sold the plant, we had a bit of argument on the price… we started at 10 million but the finishing price was 15 million." I could hear grunts, growls, yells of shock, joy and jealousy from all over the bar. I haven't actually got the money yet though, the officially settlement date is next Friday.
"Dude, that's so awesome, you can buy… like... lots of beer,"
"Can you tell that I been drinking?" I suddenly say cutting off Otto's slowly ramble about nothing. I don't want Marge to think I was heavily drinking, which I didn't realize I was doing till I felt a little dizzy.
"Yeah Homer, your slurring your speech and your making love with the pool table," Oh… I was wondering why I was on top of the pool table. I decide it's time to go home and as I am half way to the burn's mansion I remember I had taken my car.
"Daddy's home, Maggie," I say as I step into the house and am greeted by my youngest daughter. She immediately runs up and hugs me and as she lets go of me I gently fall to the floor.
"Dad are you okay?" The voice of Maggie's older sister suddenly fills the air as I attempt to stand again. I start to wobble when I finally am standing, I guess I pretty much walked here considering I was half way there and had to walk back to get my car.
"I'm fine honey but don't tell Mummy, she will get sad and angry, your mum is good at mixing those two up," I say before I hear them both sigh.
"Dad, you shouldn't drink as much… it's bad for you,"
"Lisa… you shouldn't study as much… it's can't be good for you," She looks like her mother sometimes when she is angry, despite the fact she doesn't have long blue hair. Thankfully Marge got a haircut and her hair goes down to her wastes and not up to the bloody ceiling. Speaking of Marge…..
"Lisa, go play some saxophone or something, Maggie go have your bath, Homie…" She pauses before gesturing her daughters to live the area and do the things she has asked. The girls grown as they make their way out of the room and leave it with just me and Marge.
"Oh… hi honey…"
"Don't hi honey me!!!" Ah what is she so angry about now?
"You know you're in your 40s and you still act like a selfish moronic teenager."
"But… Marge… I might be dead soon, I mean no point on wait for death to come to me, might as well enjoy the last years of my life," She suddenly drops her anger and replaces it with a sea of sorrow as she starts crying.
"Don't say things like that Homer, please don't…." But it's the truth. I would want anything to break this gloomy atmosphere… I don't want the crying… or the worrying about me drinking.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" A loud high pitched scream suddenly broke a few windows. Marge and I suddenly run up to the bathroom, where we heard the scream come from. As soon as we open the door I can see Maggie… cry and covered in… blood?
