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Jones sits alone at the bar holding a paper bag. He downs his bourbon hard and lights a cigarette. I gotta get my tutu dry cleaned, he says.

The mess was bad but he made it worse. Telling the rabbi he’d been “ham-fisted” was dumb. Telling the contractor he knew his wife was worse.

They called him Stumpy because he was so tall. But when he lost his legs in a horrific snowboarding mishap, they started calling him Raquel.

He stumbles into the bar suffering under the weight of a hangover the size of Montana. Fix me, he says. The bartender pulls out a long knife

I wanted to tell the customs agent what he could do with my confiscated Paco Rabanne but he was too busy saving the country so I refrained.