Alone For The Holidays
Carl hates Christmas, so he's at his friend's bar where he meets a young woman
“Hey Mickey, how are you?” “Hey Carl. What’s up? Merry Christmas,” Yeah, sure. Same to you. How about a shot? It’s so fucking cold out there. It’s the coldest Christmas Eve I remember in forever.” “Sure. I’ll pour two, and we can celebrate together.” Mickey poured our drinks. We clinked our glasses and downed the liquid warmth. I had him pour another for me. Maybe Forgetsville was at the bottom of this one. “How’s busines...