this morning #323.
this morning, a highly awkward brush against a highly altered lush resulted in quite the kerfuffle. in the pit of his gut, he knew that nobody wins when you tangle with a feisty drunk, especially before 8am. then the first shove came his way & that bit of rational thought went right out the window quicker than you can say “whiskey-soaked, trigger-happy old man.” his retaliatory shove was swift but ultimately a pretty drawn-out affair, as the sauced sot smashed to the sidewalk like a cartoon piano & the blood started flowing off of the curb & into the street & pedestrians became witnesses & the police showed up & the handcuffs came out. he never did get to eat a bagel that morning.