Chapter 2

[theworksofdane]

    It made him hate; it made him money. Booze: the nectar of the gods; the brew of the brouhaha; the language we speak in this part of town. Oh it made him hate and it made him hurt. At times, it made him tremble. It made him remember everything he spent his life trying to forget. To Henry, booze was the backside of a belt. Booze was the mark the

Comments

[evilpenguinshan]

keep it comin man, its better than i think you think it is.

[anonymous]

I'd keep reading, if there was more that is...

-Car

bravo.

[guntherxxx]

seriously keep it coming!

BTW - the third to last sentence in the second paragraph: scent is the correct spelling :)