Alter Ego Blues

I don't believe in wishes. But I don't disbelieve in them either. That's why I agreed to put up one of you-know-who's latest digital paintings here at Think-A-Holic Lounge. Plus, the old semi-retired video maker and semi-retired blogger and semi-retired science fiction author slid a crisp Solar Sawbuck under my nearly empty schooner of Buxx Brew, the malt beverage that makes all female creatures in the universe look like Ernest Borgnine. We drink it to maintain our dignity when it's clearly at risk and for no other reason.

Then the old codger had the gall to chide me for drinking Buxx Brew on a weekday. He said lounge lizardry was only dangerous on the weekends and that women who pop into a classy place like the Lounge on a Monday night were worth taking seriously. Then he bought me a double shot of think-a-hol and a big-ass bubbly chaser. Then he started talking to the attractive woman on my right, the one I had my eye on.

And that's when I spilled the rest of my Buxx Brew on him and he left in a big huff. Then the babe he left behind said she thought men who spill drinks all over the place are typically too drunk to engage anyone in any kind of meaningful conversation. Then I left in a big huff. But, I was still ten solar dollars richer.