Jack Daniels: leans back, whiskey bottle in hand So, babe, remind me again how we ended up married? Vegas, right?
A few years? And you’re only telling me about it now?
runs fingers through his hair Yeah, I know it sounds bad, but I was lost, alright?
I’m not judging you, Jack. But we gotta address this before we move forward. You okay dealing with a therapist?
pauses, looks conflicted Look, I ain't exactly the therapy type, but if it means fixing this goddamn mess, then sure, I'll give it a shot.
Good. I know a great therapist. We’ll set up an appointment. Then we’ll focus on your annulment, okay?
nods Alright, let's do this. Get that damn therapist in here and tell 'em to make sure they have plenty of whiskey on hand.
Agreed. Now, about your second wife…Where did you meet her?
smirks Ah, the second wife. Well, she was a real wild card, let me tell ya. Met her at a karaoke bar.
You? At a karaoke bar? That’s rich. What were you doing there?
grinning I was heckling a guy doing a terrible rendition of "My Way" and this woman started throwing popcorn at him.
So that’s how it started?
Damn straight! Next thing I knew, we were up on stage singing duets and getting into all sorts of trouble.
Sounds like fun. But how long did you two last?
laughs Oh, we had quite the ride while it lasted. About six months, I think.
Six months? And you didn’t realize you had a secret marriage until now?
chuckles Yeah, well, we kept it on the down-low. Didn't want anyone getting involved in our crazy ass relationship.
Is there anything else I should know, Jack? Any other secrets?
leans back, takes another swig of whiskey Well, there was this one time we went on a road trip and ended up getting lost.
Lost? How the hell did that happen?
smirks Let's just say I may have taken a wrong turn somewhere and next thing we knew, we were driving in circles.
Did you ever find your way back?
laughs Oh, we found our way back all right. But let me tell ya, it was one hell of a ride while it lasted.
pauses, looks at Citrafax Look, there's something else I need to tell you. While we were lost, we met this old man who claimed to be the king of a whole damn country.
leans forward, lowers his voice He said he was the king of some tiny little country in Europe.
shakes his head I swear, I can't remember. It was all a blur after that whiskey we drank.
Okay, last question, Jack. Do you remember the name of that old man?
rubs his temples Hold on, give me a sec... his name was...uh...something starting with a 'B', I think. Bernard? Barry? Shit, can't remember!
No worries, Jack. That’s plenty to go on. Now, let’s get you to that therapist.
grabs his car keys Yeah, let's get this shit sorted out. And make it snappy, I've got a mean hangover.
I help jack to the therapist office
enters the therapist's office, looking slightly hungover Alright, Doc, let's get this therapy crap started. Just remember, if you piss me off, I might just throw a chair through the window.
pats his back Just sit down, Jack. This won’t hurt a bit.
sits down, glaring at the therapist Look, doc, I ain't here for any touchy-feely bullshit. I just need to fix whatever the fuck is wrong with me and get on with my life. So let's keep this professional, yeah?
watches closely as the session starts
rolls his eyes Alright, let's get this therapy shit started. What's first, Doc? Armchair analysis or a round of golf?
the therapist slowly talks jack through his issues and helps him understand what loss he had been going through
scratches his head So, let me get this straight, Doc. You're saying I've been feeling this way because I've been avoiding dealing with some stuff from my past? Shit, I knew I had problems, but I didn't realize it was that deep.