Another Fishing trip
The ringing of the alarm dragged me up out of a drunken sleep at four thirty in the morning. I lay there staring at the clock and wondering why it was ringing at this time. It was nearly one when I had fallen into bed after closing the bar. That rang a small bell in my hazy mind. I had promised someone I would take them fishing but for the life of me I couldn't remember who. I slapped the clock to kill the alarm that wasn't helping my head a bit and swung my feet to the floor. Coffee would be...