The Woods Have Eyes

"I am what I am, I'm an alcoholic. I'm a functional alcoholic sometimes." said Uncle Dave squatting, feeding the fire, rambling on old times, storytime. Ricky said he won the lottery, it was spent before he cashed it. Old Head said he is high as a Georgia pine. I've never seen Dave this drunk, I can only imagine what he goes through. He's down to his last pinch of Skoal. We are sitting like a square; four points. Uncle Dave is thinking of something. Something, he mumbles followed by a deep belch. More wood for the fire, 3 dehrlics and a tent for hire. They own these parts of the woods; we are all occupied except Uncle Dave, he's bringing back leaves for the fire ... God damn crazy mother fucker ...