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best attempts to sound sober and use his sick voice when he made the call.
But then Eddie had never been the consistent one like Andy. Often called Good
Time Eddie by his friends, Eddie was always looking for fun. He lost many
jobs over the years when he chose entertainment over responsibility. He also lost
a couple of wives the same way. Eddie, now in his forties, had never grown up.
His maturity level was that of an adolescent, explaining why he was still
spinning his wheels when it came to the game of life.
    Full
of liquor and frustration, he decided to disregard even more of Bart’s advice
as he sat alone in his trailer. He would call Stevie Grissom, one of their old
gang. Stevie was the one member of their old group who had gotten his life
together. Married with a couple of children, a dog and a cat, Stevie would
rarely make appearances at their various gatherings anymore. Stevie’s wife kept
close reins on her husband. She didn't want him to mix with his old
running buddies since their gatherings generally meant he would come back at
sunrise smelling of liquor and cheap perfume. Slowly but surely she had weaned
Stevie off his partying ways, turning him ever so grudgingly into a family man.
In Eddie’s eyes Stevie’s wife was the worst kind of woman. She was a real
soul-sucker who kept her husband’s family jewels with her anytime he went out.
    Eddie
realized it was almost nine o’clock at night and likely past Stevie’s curfew.
However, he had just enough buzz to go ahead and dial his number, all the time
hoping it would be Stevie who answered the phone. Even in his intoxicated state
Eddie wasn’t sure he was quite drunk enough to endure her condescending voice,
let alone have to ask for permission to talk to her husband. They were in the
forties for crying out loud.
    “Answer,
Answer,” Eddie urged. He listened nervously to the phone ring until Stevie
picked it up on the fifth ring.
    “Stevie!”
Eddie yelled in an excited voice when his old friend answered the phone.
    “Eddie?”
he responded. A child was crying in the background letting him know all
Hell was probably about to break loose at Stevie's house. “What are you doing
calling this late?”
    Eddie
didn’t waste any time getting to his main point. His tact was already drunk
away by his day hitting the bottle.
    “Did
you hear about Andy?” Eddie asked.
    Just
as he had done when he called in sick a little while earlier, Eddie tried
not to sound drunk but his words were still slurred despite his
attempts.
    “Yeah,
that was horrible,” Stevie responded as his wife could be heard in the
background asking who was on the phone.
    “It’s
Eddie, dear," Stevie called back to his wife. His revelation was not taken
well by Stevie's better half.
    “You
tell Good Time Eddie not to be calling this phone so late!” Stevie’s wife yelled.
    Her shrill voice was like fingernails on a chalk board to Eddie’s already ringing
ears.
    “ Some
of us get to sleep at a decent hour," she screamed. "Regular
people don’t stay up partying every night.”
    Eddie
continued his conversation despite the annoying droning of Stevie’s wife in the
background.
    “Did
you hear what else they found?” Eddie asked.
    “No,
I just heard he got hit in the head and they found him there,” Stevie
responded. 
    He
cupped the receiver with his hand so his wife couldn’t overhear the
conversation. “Isn’t that what happened?”
    “Hit?
He had an ax buried in his brain!” Eddie responded incredulously. “But that’s
not all. Are you ready for this? Whoever did it wrote the words Red Dog on a
mirror in Andy’s blood.”
    Stevie
went silent on his end after hearing Eddie’s news.
    “Hello,
Hello, you still there?” Eddie asked.
    He suspected
Stevie’s wife had hung up the phone on him. It was something he wouldn’t
put past the domineering woman since she wore the pants in the family.
    “Are
you sure?” Stevie asked sheepishly. “It was written in his