the joy of the next day drink

[winogrody]

Nicholas orders Wino a makers and can feel it burrow through the sectors of her sinus passages, holding down the impending threat of a cold, as she takes a drink. These situations always start out friendly enough, even hopeful. Entering a place in the new scene of the daylight and staying in that place until blanket of night, all the while injecting himself with that joy juice. It is this time span where maybe something will happen. It's like always playing the same numbers in the lottery, if you center yourself in the same place, during the same times, maybe you will get lucky. Getting lucky is something Wino would enjoy very much. But fuck that, if only Polly would wander in. Nothing like a little speed to crack open the abject. who knows, maybe polly was feeling a little lonely herself.
Jesus whiskey is good.