I have been with this guy for two months and somehow the only thing I know about him is his name, It's like he is not even living he is just sinking in his addiction discarding his surroundings.
It seems he doesn't have something serious in his life right now, A few days later he was going to the bar as usual,
After a few beers he started to open up to someone named John at the bar, told him that his name is Jack Wilson he was a young man from a family of merchants the trades were good untill a certain event: one of our trips to buy goods that was under my uncle's command got attacked by some gang troops unfortunately we lost so much money because of that and my uncle got back heavily injured.
At the end my uncle died, my father was really sad however he couldn't even sorrow for his brother, he had to try to save the business.
He tried his best but he only saved 25% of the business Wich led us to sell most of our property.....
As always To be continued.