It’s Morning-After In America
by Gary GrahamI awoke this morning with a splitting headache. As I staggered to the bathroom I blew past the mirror without a glance, fearful of the report. I hadn’t felt this awful since I can’t remember when. Though memory eluded me as to the details, I was certain that I had tied on the Mother of All Benders. As I stared blearily into the commode bowl, I studied it disinterestedly for any and all evidence my stomach contents may have divulged as to just what the hell had happened the previous night.

Nothing came to me but more questions. Satisfied that no further gastric contributions could tell the tale, I rose from the bathroom floor, shrugged unconvincingly and hit the flusher. What a perfect way to end unseemly encounters. Flush them.
I proceeded to weave an unsteady trail down the hallway in the general direction of a coffee pot. My daughter had arisen before me and FOX News was already drifting in from the other room; Bill Hemmer recounting the latest on the decision to move the admitted 911 terrorists to NYC for trial.
And then it struck me like a wet trout. (more…)






























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