It was 10:30 and I was sitting in the bar. A kamikaze sat next to my bottle of Lite. The girl just a couple stools down was bragging about how nice her tits were. She didn’t look like the type that would lift her shirt to show the puppies but she did. She wasn’t lying. They were nice tits.
A couple hours before I was doing my duty, drinking for Jesus. Thus it seemed like a good idea to stop at the bar afterwards. Next time I do not take advice from a person who works on second shift. My head feels like it is filled with oatmeal. I would rather be at home, in bed, smacking the snooze button a couple more times. I am not sure what I will accomplish today. I think it is a case of just being.
I guess that is what happens when you have a good weekend. I ended up at the Brewers game on Saturday. Free ticket, free food, free beer. I really lucked out. But now I pay for it this morning.
I can’t even put some sentences together anymore. I was about to go into a thing about my friend’s kid but I can’t get it out of my head. Just before we went inside the game, the Wig went into the restroom. I waited outside with his boy Wil. As we stood on the hill, a cop walked up and hopped on his Harley. He motioned for Wil to come over and told him to press a button. The button fired up the motorcycle. The looked of pure joy on Wil’s face was priceless. He was pretty excited after that. Oh to be an innocent 7 year old again.
I know what I need. Hair of the dog. Then again, I don’t know if I could choke a beer down right now. It would be tough but I am sure I could. My stomach is churning just thinking about it.
Shit, it isn’t even 10 yet. This is going to be one long day. At least my boss is out.