Hank heard a horn blowing and started to drift into consciousness. He was thirsty and felt a wet substance on his face and smelled vomit. What time was it? Had he? Sure he.... He just had to have.... God! Oh God! He got up and raced for the kitchen. His bare feet felt a slippery substance on the floor ooze between his toes as he raced for the refrigerator Yes! He saw the tall, beautiful, red cans--a dozen,maybe more. Oh God. Thank you. He cracked a tall can of Bud and quaffed liberally. He finished the can in about three gulps, but he felt it start to come up as he burped. Lighting a Camel, he sat down at the table and started on his second beer. Lord he got drunk today. He must have had afantastic time, but he can't remember.

The beer tasted good. Things were starting to come back to him. Laughingly he thought of those geeks standing out in front of AA. One of them was standing out there in a suit, what a dork. Get a life you phoney bastards.' Alcoholics! The only difference between them and drunks like Henry is Henry didn't have to go to those damn meetings.What he hell had he been dreaming?

After about the third beer, Hank started to come alive. He remembered selling out at the car lot. " God, I laid em away. I just flat laid em away. Sold out." Hank relived the joys of his last few sober breathes. He felt the vomit on the side of his face." Damn. I'm ralphing chunks and sleeping in it. Hell, I knew a drunk who used to do shit like that." Hank started to bow his head and slobber as his mind drifted into a stupor,

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