Have I mentioned I hate drunks? pt 2

cont'd ... I offended the drunkard by suggesting we postpone talks until Kissinger frees up his schedule. This guy must have been accustomed to scaring people at some point in his life because he fixes me with this thousand-yard stare like I'd flinch. It was probably just Miller Lite poisoning keeping him from seeing straight but in spite of my cast and other infirmities, I just don't blink once I start shit. It'll probably get me killed one day but this time I got my 8-piece and my psychiatric meds and got the hell up out of there.