Skit Whiskey

14 October 2026

I woke up with my head lodged between Pterry and a pillow at 5:45am. I hit the snooze twice, nine minutes each. I get out of bed at 6:03am. Start the coffee maker that I loaded with grounds and water the night before with a press of a button. I turn on the lamp because I prefer that to the overhead light in the celing fan.

Pterry goes outside to relieve herself and I put food in her bowl. While she’s crunching down on kibble, I put Sportscenter on the TV. I never watch more than 5 consecutive seconds, but I like the voices coming from another room.

I gag on my toothbrush to get the burps out. I haven’t looked into it, but it might be a medical condition. I shower. My washboard abs are immaculate. I check the time on my phone, 6:15am. “Good,” I say in my head.

Lemon flavored electrolytes in a glass, yogurt with raspberries, honey, and granola in a bowl. I eat it standing up while I rearrange the couch and stir my coffee so it isn’t so hot on my commute.

I walk Pterry around the block. Today it was warmer than expected but nearly pitch black. It’s the temperature that you contemplate a wearing a jacket.

The neighbor on our side of the street, four doors down was on a latter when I was walking past a few weeks. He fell and I helped him inside to his house. His name is James. Nice enough guy but he always stops for a conversation when I pass at 6:40am. Get fucked dude. I have no time to talk about the weather right now.

I brush my teeth with a manual toothbrush mostly to get my tongue good. Then with an automatic toothbrush to get my teeth good. Finish with floss and mouthwash. Clip my pocket knife on the side of my cargo pants at 6:58am, kiss Pterry on the head and start the truck.

That was my morning.

The day happened. And that was my day.

It was a very average day. Not good, but not bad. Got some stuff done, but didn’t win any awards. When I got home I wanted to talk to someone on phone just shoot shit. I called by sister but she was out to dinner. I texted my old friend from Boston who I think still lives in London.

I thought about calling other people, but in that moment I really only wanted to talk to my sister or my old buddy. I sat on my back porch and smoked two cigarettes that are 4+ years old and drank some whiskey.

I was nice just sitting there and thinking.

The cursor is blinking and asking me what’s next.

Here is it – good, bad, responsible, irresponsible, caring, reckless, funny, crass, friendly, offensive, depends on the context and the person.

Be a default optimist. Stab them in the gut if they wrong you. I’ll lend you my pocket knife as long as you promise to give it back.

People are good. Let them prove that to you.