I’m actually a little disappointed in myself with this page. If we rearrange the lines, we can actually get a better idea of how rampant Marty’s alcoholism was getting. It should go more like this:
Mandy: Well, first we will be having your favorite for breakfast! Whiskey!
Marty: Two of them?
Mandy: Of course, you big goof!
Then we go back up to the what-to-drink and garbage water lines and skip back down to the skeeball stuff. Two whiskeys, one beer is the breakfast of the day here.
Anyway, hope I’m not breaking blue with the “and finally–“
As I said, I haven’t been re-reading ahead on this one. The next one will certainly require edits and planning ahead, as I have nine less years of my barely-developed maturity in that story.
Anyway, it’s Halloween. For you. For me it’s August. And I didn’t mention Halloween on the Flatliner post that went up 30 minutes ago when it was June or July. Enjoy the day- it’s the only holiday of the year that brings people closer together.
