Your Unemployed Daughter

photo credit: ReeseCLloyd

You know it’s the day after your birthday when you wake up and reach for the glass of water upon your bedside table and swig its remains hastily to rid the fuzz from however-many-Gruners from your debauched tongue but instead find your mouth infused with a fiery liquid that clears your sinuses, singes your nosehairs, and might explain why you were a little bit drunk on the subway this morning.

The morning-after-birthday Scotch. Welcome to 34. ‘Sa gonna be a good year, ya wee bairns.