Wow, according to the properties, I wrote this back in December. After letting it stew, I've decided that it fine the way it is.


The Battle with the Bottle

The bottle of whiskey called from the drawer, tempting him to pull it out and take a drink. Eddie began to open the drawer but stopped. No, not today. Yesterday, he had not been strong enough, or the day before that. But, he promised himself, he would not touch it today. Not even to get rid of it, like he had planned yesterday.

Eddie stood up and took a walk around the room. It looked better than it had in years. After the affair with Doom, he finally took a good look at his life and did not like what he saw.

If Teddy were around, he would have whacked him good with a toon hammer. And then whacked him again when Eddie stood up for good measure.

The bottle was almost singing to him right now. Eddie growled with frustration. He opened the dusty closet behind the door and pulled out an even dustier rag. After first shaking it out of the open window, earning the ire of a pedestrian walking under the window, he began to tackle the room.