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We’ve all had those nights. Not the kind where we total a car or wake up saying, “Where are my pants? And why am I in the women’s bathroom…at Wendy’s?” (Although, I’m sure plenty of us have had that experience on at least a couple of occasions - I’m looking at you Frankie Kickball.) I’m talking about the kind of night where we’ve said, “Well, if Pabst is good enough to win the blue ribbon, it’s good enough for me.” The next thing you know you are punching a police officer’s horse in the mouth in Millennium Park. Ok, maybe I’m still thinking of Frankie Kickball. Maybe you are a little more tame. Still, your stomach is a wreck and you know what comes next…

The morning after. When The sun shines through your window like God’s flashlight. When your alarm goes off forty-seven times over the course of 6 hours because you keep hitting the snooze. When you finally wake up because you hit your head on the edge of the futon. When your temples pulse on the corners of your face like night club sub woofers. When you’re so dehydrated you gasp for air like someone poured Irish sandpaper down your wind pipe. When your head spins like helicopter propellers and you can’t tell if you need to down a gallon of water or throw up a bucket of vodka. When you have to face the moments you can’t remember or don’t want to. The next morning. When you have to call into work. The next morning. When you turn to this blog.

The entries you find here are the cure to your hangover… but it’s not that simple. This blog is not just about your trip home from Margaritaville. It is a metaphor. It is the exploration of finding the remedy to what ails you. How do you deal with a bad breakup, getting laid off, your rent check bouncing, or the Jonas Brothers dying in a tragic Six Flags teenage mob stomping? How do you deal with the day after? It is looking back in retrospect, not to prevent it from happening again, but how to deal with it better the next time. This is a career poet/bartender’s take on the path to feeling better and moving on.