Daddy sat up in a tangled mess of damp sheets. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a Camel. As he smoked, he sipped a tepid Abita. Thinking the room smelled like the love child of a brothel and dive bar, he reached up and opened the window above the bed. A blast of cold air flooded the room. He climbed out of his warm bed, shivered, and went into the tiny head to take a piss. He struggled...
