He woke up at his usual time of 6 a.m., rubbed his eyes, and brewed a pot of coffee. "Man, I'd be finished without this stuff," he chuckled to himself.
After a hectic morning, he decided on a two martini lunch: "It's to calm the nerves," he said to the wide-eyed waitress.
Finished with work, he heads home, where he enjoys a thick steak, salted baked-potato, and creme brulee.
For his post-dinner pleasure, he winds down with a good book, a courvoisier and a Cohiba his friend snuck in after vacationing in the Dominican Republic.
At around 9 p.m. he popped a little blue pill, since things haven't worked the same since he turned 50.
Afterwards, he and his wife are watching the evening news when a headline flashes at the bottom of the screen. "BREAKING STORY: Man caught with 50 kilos of marijuana arrested."
"Thank God," he says to his wife, "that the police are keeping these dope pushers off the streets."
You forgot the chocolate bar he munches on during a water-cooler break.
Posted by: KipEsquire | February 16, 2005 at 02:11 PM