Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
English
Voice Age
Senior (55+)
Accents
North American (US General American - GenAM)
Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Damn well shires. Farley screamed at the entrance door into Sullivan's. You're all a bunch of scum suckers who needs you. I didn't need you from a business and I don't. Now his words continue to crassly slur profanities. He turned his sights to the shine off the water, highlighted by the moon where the boat bridge stood 50 yards away beyond the vast dogwood trees that lined the banks and finally the crystal shade of the lake. After staring for five seconds, barely able to stop swaying, Farley started to hear whispers that flowed between the empty spaces of his brain. Those same whispers echoed from the rippling effects of the water puddles near him, but the old man was too drunk to notice. To **** with it. I'm going for a stroke! He laughed to himself. Mrs K. Sullivan attempted to rush out of the bar to inform Farley that his wife called, asking if he would be coming home. He was too far down the street to hear, and even if he somehow did hear the whispers would only have pulled him harder towards the lake.