The fat former actor continued to pour out glasses of champagne and toss them back in one swallow. The wine probably never even hit his tongue. I knew his kind. He’d buy only the most expensive stuff and then drink it like it was rotgut because he was too big a man to bother with niceties like tasting it. After he had drained the magnum he tried to get out of his armchair. His fat ass was too heavy and sunk too low in the deep cushions, and he just rolled around like a beached walrus. On his fourth attempt he had built up enough momentum to propel himself from the chair. He staggered a few
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