#067 Whiskey and You
I spend most days and nights at a local pub. Everyone knows me and those who don’t, wind up talking to me one way or another before they leave. Usually it’s because of my friend Henry. He’s known to stand out in a crowd because of what he is.
See, Henry is my imaginary friend. He showed up the day I killed my wife. I realize it’s a bit unorthodox to have an imaginary friend at my age. And you probably want to hear about my murdered wife. Unfortunately for you, my friend Henry thinks I should have another drink.
One’s a devil, one keeps drivin’ me insane
At times, I wonder if they ain’t both the same
But one’s a liar that helps to hide me from my pain
And one’s the long gone bitter truth
That’s the difference between whiskey and you
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