Is this Dirty Pool? I suppose it all depends on what your definition of “is” is.

The gods are running a little late today. Slappy woke up, opened his newspaper, read about Donald Trump and Miss California, Obama’s decision on the Gitmo detainees, the ongoing tiff between Pelosi and the GOP, and just kind of sat there blankly, staring forward. Then he reached for his morning bottle of whiskey and drank until he passed out. We’ve propped him up in the shower, and as soon as he wakes up, the Gods will return. We’ve got a pool going; Intern Mike says he’ll be awake by 4:00pm, but I’m holding out for 6:00 at the earliest. It was a big bottle of whiskey.