#timothy.interactions

       --- ALCOHOL WAS HIS BEST FRIEND.

No REALLY. Hard liquor was his best friend, aka his ONLY friend. He was  going to love and CHERISH this bottle of whiskey until it was GONE. Then he’d  be really very SAD but he could always find ANOTHER bottle he guessed. Maybe the next bottle would -- CATS he forgot this bar had an ALLEY cat that liked to  hang around sometimes. it usually sat CURLED by his FEET. It was not here.  Why was it not here ?? He turned around on his stool and ALMOST fell off. 

“     aw no, cat ?? Where cat ?? Nisha Jrrrrrrrr where arrre youuuu ??     “

       --- THIS SUCKED.

Timothy wasn’t sure what he was EXPECTED honestly, the place looked abandoned, or at least MOSTLY abandoned or HELL, even just MEANT to look abandoned. Tim Tam wasn’t the best at the NUANCE of abandoned buildings. A skill he’d needed much more OFTEN than he’d hoped. 

“     Hello ?? Anyone HOME ?? I’d come out now cause if you surprise me later I might ACCIDENTALLY shoot you. No hard feelings though, RIGHT ??     “