Last thing I remember it was somebody’s birthday.
I woke up at five AM to the sound of church bells somewhere close by, opened my eyes against the familiar pain and was unable to recognize a single thing about the living room in which I lay.
I heaved myself up off the couch, grateful that I hadn’t been sick on myself this time.
At least I was still in the city.
I checked my wallet. Payday fatness was down to seven dollars. Enough for coffee, anyway.
I’d need to get something in my stomach before I went looking for my truck.
Dear J Hardy,
I could almost feel the pain and smell the stale booze. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Bad start to a painful day! Good one. I like the realism in your piece.
Beautiful photo, Emmy. Thanks again for sharing with all of us.
Agreed!
Alcohol its so good and so bad, at least he is not in the gutter.
Urgghh a normal start for some I fear.
I think we can safely assume he tied one on last night. God knows what else he got up to. I liked the ‘payday fatness’ thing.
Go look for his truck, hm, sounds like he’s got the whole next-morning routine down… ;-)
Heavy night, troublesome morning ahead?
Oh, the agony of the day after the night before. I hope he finds his truck. Great response to the prompt.
Great story and how true to life!
The classic morning after the night before. Well done!
He needs to get himself to AA when he finds the truck!
This is a story you’d hear in any meeting, for sure.
What a miserable, sad life, and obviously repeated again and again. I hope he can get out of it eventually. Great writing.
Poor man. Lucky he’s got a few dollars left. Well told.