Don was stoned.
He had spent the better part of his Saturday recovering from the night before. He tried everything: a sunlit walk, a quarter of Adderall, a swim, the sauna, a bagel
In a semi-crowded honky-tonk, there is a sense of release. It is a Friday night, and people are happy to be out. No work in the morning does that to people. The patrons
[Craig, Alan, and Curly sit together on a park bench. Each of them is holding a lit cigar. They occasionally take drags and watch the "birds" walk by.]
ALAN: How do