It's the weekend, so I'm starting out the day with a liquid lunch. 
Brought up one of my favorite short story collections. 
Hey, who's this? 
Hey, what's up! I say. But the little guy doesn't even say anything, he just goes straight for my flask. 
I try to kid around a little like, Save a little for me. This guy can't weight more than 3 ounces and I'm packing 80 proof. 
Uh oh 
I guess sometimes I forget that not everybody can handle their Jameson the way I can 
From now on I'm hiding my booze in an iced tea can. 
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