
The euphoria he enjoyed while imbibing the pungent golden nectar was greatly offset by the inevitable repercussions of the morn. He had gotten used to the aftertaste of what he imagined nuclear fallout would feel like on his tongue. He could also deal with the crippling headache that caused any movement or sound to make him dizzy, nauseous, and embracing suicide.

What he could never get used to is being bounced to a parallel universe where a mysterious and very unattractive senorita appeared next to him in a strange bed.

In the same way that a hiker would avoid disturbing a hibernating bear, he contemplated retrieving his clothes and dignity and making his way out of her lair. He promised himself and God, he would never drink again……..until next time.

Great story and use of the words SeƱor Rick!
ReplyDeleteYou write this as if you know this scenario first hand!
Today I feel I would like to have a bottle of no label, genuine, local tequila. :)
ReplyDeleteWhen I read your posts, it is like I am right in the middle of your stories.
Wonderful use of the words in a great and too true story
ReplyDeleteWould love just a sip from that bottle...any more than that and I would be seeing giant frogs! LOL Well done!
ReplyDeletevery excellent... i was thinking about tequila tonight for some reason... now i am wondering if maybe it is not my destiny......
ReplyDeleteFull of similes, great pictures throughout to compliment the word imagery.
ReplyDeletePretty damn good.
What a clever and funny post. My blog today is also about a mysterious parallel place. ;)
ReplyDeleteHell, he doubted Mexico even had an FDA.
ReplyDeleteI was thinking the same thing!!! :)
This does indeed sound like a non-fiction story...
strange brew from the other side... i like it!!!
ReplyDeleteI don't care what you say about it!!! I still love it! One of my fav's!
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