White Trash

“What the hell are you looking at?”

“I know my nose is still red from the shindig yesterday afternoon. We drank some pile of beer. I have a hangover the size of Christmas and I am looking forward to finding out whose muddy rubber boots are under my bed and why my pillow smells like liquor and cat piss.”

“Stop staring at me, would ya.”

“I have to stop getting so drunk but every time those Gallant boys come over we are at it again. Polishing off a two-four and a bottle of Crown Royal...and I always end up in bed with one of them.”

Good God look at the bags under my eyes. I better go feed the cat and get hydrated before the boys drop by for happy hour.