I’m sick. I’ve been sick all week. Sinus infection I guess. Who the hell knows? Not any doctor I’m sure. Head hurts, inside out, eyes run faster than I ever did, I’m grabbing and poking at my ears like I was a toddler.
Anyway, I was just sitting here feeling sorry for myself when I began thinking — there’s either two HeineKens (Ken, get it?) in the refrigerator or one.
If there are two, then I think I’ll drink one. There’ll still be one left.
And if there is just one, I think I’ll drink it. Who wants just one beer in the fridge?