Dec 22, 2013 21:00
It starts like this:
Lionel is nursing his usual hangover when the lunatic in a suit shows up. Right there, in the precinct, bold as brass. After he leaves, Lionel thinks, not for the first time, that he needs to cut down on his drinking. He never does, though. If he wasn't drunk most nights he might start thinking, and that's something he has worked hard to avoid. Still, that night when he stops by the bar he tells himself, "Just one or two." It ends up being five or six. But at least it wasn't ten.
poi,
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