Erick the Strange Angelic Man 3

I was working the late shift again, hoping that if I put in enough overtime and got a few results, I'd finally get bigger wings. Easy. I mean, what could happen at 3 in the morning?

The fat guy, that's what happened. One moment there was silence, the next moment there was slurred singing about Hemingway and bottles of wine on the wall, and the next moment some fat drunk had fallen through the doorway.

"Shthistherighthouse?" he slurred.

"It all depends which house you're looking for," I replied. ...