I took that picture of the bottle of vodka in George’s yard yesterday, but I didn’t check to see if it had any vodka left. I walked back out a moment ago and picked it up and it has a few ounces left. I opened the cap and sniffed. Oh, it smelled so good. I love the smell of spirits. I stood there for a long time thinking. It had enough vodka for a good buzz. The better angels of my nature took over and I poured it out and threw the bottle in George’s trash – disaster diverted. I have a 11 AM date with my father to watch a movie and he would have certainly discerned it in my demeanor and smelled it on my breath. The proverbial shit would have hit the fan ruining our movie.
3 comments:
No holiday cookout today at Charlie’s?
If your dad have seen that bottle in your trash he would have thought it was yours.
Sir:
Any new information about George?
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