Sonny lived across the street with his alcoholic mother and his two brothers. Sonny had spent some time in jail and was a somewhat tragic figure. He would spend long hours on his front porch drinking beers and sniffing what was known as tea. Tea was basically any chemical you could dip a rag into and sniff. The last thing Sonny needed was to kill even more brain cells. Many nights he could be seen standing with a chemical stained rag in one hand, and a beer in the other, groaning and shouting at whatever imaginary demons his abused brain had conjured up that evening.
He walked with a permanent limp which was the result of a fun try at hopping a train
with friends. He didn't make it onto the train of course as he was too busy
screaming his head off while his buddies waited patiently for the train to pass so they could retrieve his severed foot.
Such good times.
