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The Next Day After Drinking

Short Story By: USGlen
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Submitted: Oct 14, 2007    Reads: 69    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


January 1st came awful early for me. It’s 7 a.m. and I’m just getting up. As I make my way to the kitchen, my head feels like it is falling off.
Let me introduce myself. My name is Leonard Morsano. Last night was New Year’s Eve. I went to four bars and three parties. I never stopped drinking until about 1 a.m.
At 1 a.m., I arrived back at my home. After I got home I took off my clothes and passed out on the bed. The Fire Engine with its siren blaring woke me up this morning. Finally the coffee is ready. I pour me some and sip it slowly. Four to five cups later, I’m slightly awake. I don’t dare take some aspirin for my headache. To help get rid of the hangover, I ought to take shower. So I get into the shower and turn the water to lukewarm. I let the water run all over my body. Its warmth helps wake me up a little bit. I use some soap and then I feel a whole lot better.
After twenty minutes, I slowly begin to feel better. Next I dry myself off and bleary eyed look In the mirror. Do I dare shave? I shave after putting on the lather. When finished I looked into the mirror and decided that I looked better. After that I got dressed and went to the kitchen for breakfast and coffee. Looking into the refrigerator, I found some milk and in the cupboard some corn flakes. I poured some of the cereal from the package and added some milk in the bowl. I ate heartily and emptied the bowl.
Following breakfast, I called Maureen my date for the last evening. She was just getting up also and had a headache. She mentioned to me that she was not feeling so good. I told her to come over and watch the Rose Bowl game.
She did and I wanted to give her a drink. She refused because her doctor didn’t want her to drink and take medicines. I urged her to take a drink and that it wouldn’t matter if she drank. She got mad and left. On the way out she told me to never call her again.
After she left, I had a six-pack of Coors in the refrigerator that I consumed the whole six-pack. After that, I had a Bottle of Scotch and drank all of it. I got drunk again. I vowed to not quit drinking.
That then was the morning after.

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January 1, 2005


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