The taste of stale beer and blood lingered in his mouth. He propped himself up, lit a cigarette to stave off the hunger for just a little longer and tried to piece together the events of the night. It was a blur of drink and drugs, strange faces and places. He reached for his phone, his wallet but they were long gone, taken by the night.
The sun rose red and gold and brought with it the warm and sobering light of day, both welcome after a long night. He savored the moment; soon it would be time to return to society, the daily grind, the wife and kids, the mother-in-law, the mortgage and everything in between. It was a jeckle and hyde lifestyle he led, one all men must lead.
The cowshed at the end of the universe
ALL ANIMALS ARE EQUAL
BUT SOME ANIMALS ARE MORE EQUAL