Sometimes Gary wondered if there was more to life than gin. Then he took a sip.

“Sweet lord,” Gary said, for this particular gin and tonic tasted especially good. Even better than the one he had before.

“I should eat something,” he said to no one since he was all by himself in his house, “but first I must finish my drink.”

As Gary took the last sip from the tall glass he thought about what he should eat. He liked steaks but didn’t want to go to Harry’s steakhouse. To be honest, their gin wasn’t the best in town. Maybe chinese? Or even a pizza? He was getting quite hungry but just couldn’t put his finger on what tickled his fancy this summerday.

He stood up from his rocking chair and felt something move in his stomach. In a matter of seconds he was in his bathroom, hurling what remained of his breakfast into the toilet.

“Oh my,” he said, “I think I’ve lost my appetite.”

Gary scrambled out of the bathroom and made his way to the bar in the corner of the living room.

He could certainly use a drink.