Versacedude

7 AM on Wall Street Desk open, reached for the whisky bottle, first to chase away the cold Reached into my wallet, pulled out the platinum Amex, first a sniff to sort my thoughts Whoa, what was that just now? I asked myself. Maybe a bit too much of the good...

Waking up…. A gentle voice whispered in my ear. Why was I in this lounge chair? Why were my hands sticky and what smelled so biting, yet sweet? I tried to remember and looked at my hands, which were still sticky with cotton candy….yes, now I remember. We...