Three Second Chances for Christmas

by Rebel Bloom

There was a bout of laughter and more embarrassing tears, and the whiskey disappeared at some point. It didn’t occur to us how truly smashed we were until we woke up the next morning next to a piece of cardboard with “Ideas” scribbled across the top. The only thing written under it was “throat punch a donkey”. None of us remembered what that meant, and that was probably best.