Asphyxiation of Professor McCarthy

“Oh nevermind!” thought the drunken professor. “My wife’s dying of MS and my classes, no one cares anymore. Vodka. Yes. I’ll drink and sing, drink and insult. If I suffer, then you’ll all suffer. Don’t mince words. Damn cutesy poets. Storytellers. Well I have stories. I’ll drown telling my stories.”

© Gregory A.K. Straynj 2002