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Tacker’s eyes open and he stares blearily at Bishop “I’ll never be okay,” he says in a slurred voice that’s difficult to understand

One of the dockworkers comes up “Want us to call an ambulance?”

Bishop gives me a worried look A drunk

“Fuck,” Bishop h his hair in indecision

All of a sudden, Tacker roars, “Goddaoddamn it all”

His eyes are wide open and he’s glancing around, co to an awareness of what happened I don’t think, however, his cursing has to do with his current circus aren’t worse

Tacker lurches from the truck and Bishop and Erik try to assist hih Tacker is drunk and hedown to the pavement where he lands on his knees

“Fuck,” Bishop ain

Tacker tries to stand, and Erik helps hi an arm around Tacker’s waist A little rivulet of blood starts running down Tacker’s telass in his hair

“Let’s get him inside,” Bishop says as he looks around orry He doesn’t address the dockworker’s offer to call 9-1-1 but instead says, “You guys can go back to work”

While he’s not affir thee is clear that he wants them to

Tacker startsto himself Silly drunk talk that I can’t understand and he letshis heavy ass into the players’ entrance

Once inside, he goes dead weight on us as if his legs can’t support him up any further and we’re forced to lower hiainst the cinder block wall and his legs splay out in front of him

He starts to lean to the side and Erik squats to prop him back up