Part 28 – And the whiskey killin’ me

And just like that, she was gone. I downed the last of my drink and flagged down the bartender.
“What’ll this get me with whiskey in it?” I asked, showing him a $5 bill.
“A whiskey sour, whiskey tonic or a double straight up,” he said.
“Gimme the whiskey straight up.”
— The end.

Part 23 – I’m sleeping with the porcelain tonight

There’s a baseball game on TV. Fitting, I suppose. I’m kind of glad it’s not the River Bandits.
The whiskey tonic in front of me is dynamite. Not much tonic and almost too much whiskey. Almost.
Everything is moving in slow motion. Or maybe I am. It’s a good feeling – one I’ve not had in a [...]

Part 22 – Well, I must’ve been stoned when this whole thing started

It’s a bright day. So far it’s been good. Kristy is still batshit crazy. But I think I’m just as nuts for going along with her. Strangely, I’m ok with this.
But something is missing. Coffee. I think I need coffee. I know I need coffee.
“Kristy, start looking for exits that have gas station of restaurants,” [...]