“Breakfast”. Alcoholic: The Dark Side.

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Your Town
Through Harold’s Lens:

9:06 am
The Diner

“Good morning, Susan”

“Mornin’, Harry”

“What’ll it be this morning?”

“Double martini
Vodka
Extra dry
Chilled stem
Two olives”

“Rough night again?”

“Yeah
Damn kids
The old man
Bitch of a fight”

“This will fix you up”

“How about something to eat?”

“15 minutes, Harry”

“Eggs
Over easy
Bacon
Toast
Juice
Shot of Smirnoff”

“Harry,
Hit me again

Double”

Ring. Ring. Ring.
“Hello
Alcoholics Anonymous.
Can I help you?”

“My name is Susan.
I’m an alcoholic.”

18 responses

  1. Hi Harold: This is my experience on The Alcoholic: Climate change is a major political concern.

    A cop stopped me at a traffic stop and said I should stop exhaling CO2 because I was causing the next hurricane. Then he pulled out a breathalyzer. I passed because my breath was only alcohol.

    Hahaha.

    I upgraded my WordPress website on WordPress.org: http://johnschwartzauthor.com. Just started. Have a look and let me know if you like it. It’s not as artful as your website, but it’s a start.
    I clicked again on your “Follow me””, as I like your travels and comments/poems.
    Cheers, John Schwartz
    http://johnschwartzauthor.com

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    • Thanks John. Nice to hear from you again. Sorry I did not send my appreciation earlier. Without my Mac for five weeks, I have been traveling in Turkey with Mr. SLR Nikon and his brother Mr. Pen Pal. You got a great start going on your web. Keep going. Thank you for your nice comments. It took me many months to massage and fine tune mine, and I am still doing it one year later.

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    • Thank you Liz. I love punch and power! “Breakfast”. The Alcoholic. was inspired by an actual event that I saw when I was 17. In 1957, early one morning about 8am, driving up a major road in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, I had to stop at a traffic light. I looked to my right and there was a small bar with the front door open. I looked in and two elderly men were sitting at the bar drinking martinis on the stem. I was appalled. Is this what retirement was like I asked myself? I have never forgot that moment in time over 50 years later.

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