Mr Scary

I do hangovers . . .

The Story of Mr. Scary

Mr. Scary is an evil S.O.B. He waits for that moment when you’re feeling your best. You’re enjoying a few cocktails after a hard day. You’re relaxed; you’re even funny. You have another cocktail. You love people and you think people love you. You have another. Everything in your world is now perfect and wonderful so you have another. You are confident, good looking, and very popular.
It’s late. You are defenseless; hammered. Mr. Scary sees his opportunity. He strikes fast and he hits you hard, right in the gut. You spew. Mr. Scary likes the spew. He hits you again. You spew again. Everyone around you laughs; you hate them. You hate everyone. You slur curse words at anything you see or think you see. Mr. Scary is happy and he leaves you alone. Mr. Scary leaves you alone because he knows the really fun part begins in the morning.
As the sun rises Mr. Scary decides to get back to work. He starts by giving you bloodshot eyes and a spinning room. No one can spin the room like Mr. Scary. Although you have no idea how you got home, your real concern is why is the damn room spinning so fast. You put a foot on the floor to make it stop. It doesn’t. Mr. Scary decides it’s time to heat the room up a bit. Now you are in a hot spinning room yet you feel . . . cold. You begin to sweat. He somehow dries your mouth out. You cannot swallow. He’s really having fun now so he grabs you and even though you’re not choking, he gives you the Heimlich. You spew. As he likes the spew, he Heimlichs you again. You have nothing more to give so you dry heave. Mr. Scary is having a big time and he sees his work is done.
He smiles as he leaves because he knows he’ll get to do it again. See you in the morning . .