Comic Transcript
DRINKY (Narrating): There I was, sitting at a table staring at shadows from a life I only remembered in hazy mornings over three aspirin and a Scotch chaser.
DRINKY (Narrating): At that moment my past was staring at me like a…
DRINKY (Narrating): Like a…
MARK: Like a wolf in a henhouse?
MONK: Like a slap in the face?
ALEX: Like a kid in a carnival freak show?
DRINKY (Narrating): It’s at moments like these when I ask myself “why couldn’t I have been on the run from the Mob?”
