He thought to himself,
There is no way
I am going to let this thing
beat me again.
So he got back up
Brushed himself off
Moved down one
Said
fuck you
to the broken bar
stool
and ordered another.
Scotch.
Rocks.
This was no time for quitting.
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Andrew Reilly lives in Chicago where he writes early and writes often for publications such as Jargon, No Touching, and The Onion A.V. Club, among others, and shows off at andrewreilly.org.
Andrew Reilly lives in Chicago where he writes early and writes often for publications such as Jargon, No Touching, and The Onion A.V. Club, among others, and shows off at andrewreilly.org.
