Chris Walter doing what he does best — a rowdy, frantic tale of madness and booze
Old man Hendrickson is relatively happy until two crazy whores teeter into his life and complicate everything all to hell. Faster than a beer can roll off a porch, he has pantyhose draped over his shower curtain and tampons in his medicine cabinet. Hendrickson somehow adapts to this oddly comfortable scenario only to have is shattered by a vicious pimp with an evil agenda. The tsunami of bullshit that follows is unfortunate but predictable, making the old man deeply regret his involvement. Even worse, he suspects that he might actually like one of those whores.
There was magic in whisky. Even a single shot could brighten an otherwise unforgiving and dreary day. When Hendrickson got right down to it, booze was the only thing that never let him down, even when his ankles puffed up and his eyes turned yellow. With liquor, you always knew what to expect, even as it slowly killed you. Women were another thing entirely.
