This sucks, but my glass is still half full

I came outside because the pizza guy wouldn’t come inside and now I’m locked out. I didn’t grab my keys because I had a beer in my hand. Nothing to do now but fantasize about being warm. When I’m at the 202 Inn, which is the shittiest but closest bar around, I fantasize that I’m in Vegas and the women I talk to are fancy and high class. I can make that wish come true after about six beers. Eddie should be home soon. I’ve got a hot pizza on my lap. I still have half a beer. I’m hopeful.

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Title by: L.C. Erwin
Story by: Nick

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