Jameson had been thrown out of his home not two weeks ago, over that time he had spent his nights past out in the one place he could always go to Will Micklean's bar.Will had been Jameson's friend for two years, and he<span style="font-style: italic">always</span>had good advice for Jameson.when jameson was at his lowest, the one person he could count on was will.He'd passed out in his construction worker's uniform the night before,his beard hadn,t been shaved for sometime, his eyes were blood shot, and believe me he could barely walk, but when some<span style="font-weight: bold">suit</span>from the city treating such a good man like a dog, yelling at him for whatever reason he woke up with a start.He stumbled out of his chair and made his way towards the rude man.                                                                    barely making it to the man's seat he said "hey will this guy bothering you?" as he placed an over sized hand on the man's shoulder,he'd always had heavy hands, it helped him in construction."No, he's just some sorry excuse drinking himself half to death" will responded.