Bridge Over Troubled Water part 2Everyone needs something constant in their life, something to keep them grounded. For me, it's my baby. She's always been there for me, even before she was mine. When Sammy ran away for two weeks, I would escape the hard glares from Dad with her. When Sammy got so smacked up on blood that he couldn't think straight, she was there for me. When Dad died and I couldn't stand myself, she let me beat her and still remained for me. She is constant and she is home. She is mine and I am hers.But she's not comforting me now. I am sitting on her hood, her heat coming through my jeans, she's trying to comfort me and I love her for it, but it doesn't work. I've had five beers and a third of a bottle of whiskey by now, yet I'm needy for more when I see Sammy walk towards me with a six pack in hand."Hey." Sammy says as he hands me the liquid bliss and climbs onto my baby. His shoes are filthy. Good. I can wash her later, and wax her. Maybe it will take my mind off of that idiot."Hey.""You okay?"