Saint Patrick's Day 2020

I order a Guinness and a shot of Pappy Van Winkle. My green paper Leprechaun hat is crushed and lopsided on my head. That shot of bourbon cost me more then I used to earn for a day's work. “I'm worth it” I say to the middle-aged female server with my devastatingly crinkled wink - she shrugs, she’s seen daytime drunks before. “My dog just died” I tell the bulky reveler at my elbow, he is shouting to some pal way across the bar. “His name was Paddy, and he wasn’t no ing Irish Setter *******, he was a shaggy Kerry Blue” The big guy doesn't even hear me. I swig down from the dark mull and amber slug, weave my way out of the joint, looking for another pot of gold to piss on. Luck of the Irish.