Stankover

Dining For Friends last night and my head hurts. It's as if my head was terrified at the thought of me forgetting that we were the oldest guys in the bar by at least five (me) to fifteen (him) years. "It must be emphasized. You are old. Four drinks over the span of five hours is too much for you anymore and you will pay." It's the cigarettes too. "Not a hangover, I don't think," desperately trying to convince my head this aging thing is all a farce. "Just a dull reminder." Stubborn reminder at that.