Hoarse gravelly voice: Benjamin

Hoarse gravelly voice, scorched, smoky, and frayed

Prompt: This male voice scorched down to gravel—decades of smoke, whiskey, and shouting ground into a low, rasping crackle. Every word scrapes out rough and broken, the tone permanently hoarse, edges frayed like torn sandpaper. There's warmth buried under the wreckage, but the surface is pure grit. It sounds like a voice that has said too much, too loudly, for far too long, and wears every rough year of it.

Script: Heh, want a story? Pull up a stool, kid. This throat's seen more smoke than a house fire and more bad decisions than a riverboat casino. Yeah, I know I sound like I gargle gravel. That's because I pretty much do. 40 years of cheap cigarettes and cheaper whiskey. Now, where was I? Right.