*Story contains language typical of the 1960’s era (and slang)

Sometimes the tiniest mistakes have the greatest consequences. That’s the problem with mistakes, you can’t control them. They just happen. Without you even realizin' and before you know it, it’s too late. The wheels are set in motion and all you can do is stand by and witness the fallout.

I stumbled into my loft around four a.m., as was my usual modis operandi. Shirley was already three sheets to the wind. She would never wait up for me when I was on one of my benders. She figured she was safer hidden under the covers. After tossing my keys on the credenza, I made my way over to the kitchen sink and poured myself a glass of water to get a head start on the hangover....

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