HOOCH HAZE

 

The day began in a fog both of the meteorological sort and of the mind as a result of excess of the local brew apply known as brain damage.

The august sun very quickly burnt off the fog but had little or no effect on his alcohol induced mussiness.

His mouth was dry and furry and his eyes itched.

He felt like something was alive and crawling through his intestines and his head throbbed with every beat of his heart.

Then as he looked at the stranger with the bloodshot eyes staring back at him from the bathroom mirror, he uttered those immortal words “never again”.

And he meant it then most sincerely because he felt so awful but by the day after tomorrow it will just be an unpleasant memory.

When he was a teenager, he would get bladdered and next morning his hangover would only last a little over an hour and then he would be back in the pub at lunchtime.

When he was in his 20’s it would last an hour longer in his thirties he would forget the lunchtime session but be banging on the door at five.

Now he was in his late forties his hangover lasted all day and sometimes even two.

But still they would go eventually so even when he said “never again” at the time he knew that he would still have the fun and face the consequences.