I remember when I was a breakfast cook.

My kid wasn't born then and I pretty much got drunk all the time. Well, like 5 times a week. I had to work at 4:30 am every damn day, cooking eggs and omelets for people. My day was done at 1 pm. Kinda cool, but a little odd.

I had to hurry up, get to the liquor store, or, if it was payday, the bar, and get drunk. I'd be all tipsy and raising hell at, like, 4 in the afternoon. My day would be over around 7 pm and after a bunch of sausage or something, I'd be crashed out by 8 pm.

Then I'd get up and do it all again. Man, those WEREN'T the days.