Chapter 23: Interlude II — The Doghouse

I like drinking, and I suck at gambling, so I’m always broke. They say life is beautiful when it’s simple. And man, isn’t that the truth. Which is why that morning was beautiful in its own way. After all, I’d woken up from a drunken stupor, having blown all my earnings at the tables. I had a hangover. That slow, pulsing headache wasn’t quite bad enough to skip work with a clear conscience, but it wasn’t letting me off easy either. Normally, I could’ve just called in sick, but…