It's been a hard day's night

[bastardlennon]

John picked up his glass and gazed into the brown liquid. He swiveled his shot glass and let the aroma drift into his nose. With a heavy sigh, he downed the alcohol and lit a cigarette. As the whiskey numbed his body and mind, John remembered a time when he wasn't a beatle, when he wasn't a husband, and when he wasn't a father. He scoffed. Father...I hate that word. Lennon wasn't even sure if he knew what a father was. Not a surprise, really.

With a bit of a struggle, John drunkenly stood up to find another bottle.