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He drank in the coffee and felt the life surge back. He inspected the dirt under his nails, the scars on his hands. I’m out of time, he said

Mr. Lee drinks in excess to stay young but the hangovers last longer and pack a devestating wallop. And the cool clothes don’t fit, he says.

He begged her not to enter. Please, I’m not wearing my hat! he pleaded. She opened the door. You really do have a dick for brains, she said.

The elderly woman beside him expelled her dinner during turbulence. He still missed his ex-wife. I bet they lose my luggage too, he thought.

Jones downs his final bourbon and stumbles toward the door. His head feels like it’s going to become dislodged. In many ways, it already has

He fell off a cliff in his dream and woke up on the floor. There was a golf club next to him. But he didn’t play. And the club smelled rank.

He had mastered the art of flirting in hotel bars. Of convincing women that he was someone. Of being alone in his room with the pay per view