Deck the Halls with Booze and Ennui!

Today I woke up feeling extremely out of it, I drank too much the night before. This was the start of my first AND LAST hangover.

I mixed up my favorite hangover cure of bone broth and tomato juice. As I drank it down, I reviewed what I remembered of the night before. I had made a mighty jackass of myself, once again. I knew beyond any doubt that I had to stop drinking alcohol.

My phone buzzed. The image and number that flashed across my screen forced me to reach for the bottle of vodka and pour in a couple of shots. I wouldn’t be stopping drinking anytime soon.

Why the hell was he calling me? We were DONE. He was an abusive, emotional wreck. Remembering that, I poured another shot. Then I heard familiar foot steps.

"I thought you were aiming for the Good List this year?" I turned. "Sorry, Santa," I said, cherishing the booze's burn, "I thought he was the one." Santa cracked his knuckles. "Want me to take care of him?" he said. I hugged him & said, "Only if I get to add a sucker punch or 2."