Wick, Is That You? I didn't even know Opuss still existed! And I surely didn't think people were still on it. This will be my last post ever and I post this entirely for nostalgic reasons. Love to you all! There was a knock on the door. I groaned: it had been a long night at the pub and my head was still pounding from that last.... whatever it was. I scrambled to my feet and focused on the nightstand. 5:17 AM. - Christ, this better be important.... I made my way through my less than hospitable living room, passing Wick who was sprawled out on the couch. His snoring could easily have been mistaken for a jackhammer. Or maybe that was just the effects of that last... whatever it was. I considered waking him; I wanted a smoke-buddy. Then I rememberer Wick's a dog and doesn't smoke. He would have been a rum-dum had he been a human. Probably fat... There was another knock. Whoever it was losing their temper. As the knocks did nothing to ease the spinning and wobbling the floor had suddenly decided to do (I suspected the walls were intent on blocking my path), I stumbled through the kitchen. Old take out boxes, empty Starbucks cups with mustaches and profanities drawn on them were lining the kitchen table. And I asked myself: how is that important to my story? Wick had woken up and was already at the door. - Alright Wick, but only if you have a smoke. Okay?" I don't know if it was that last glass of... whatever it was, but I could have sworn he gave me a judgmental look. - For fucks sake, will you open the goddamn door?! I know you're in there. Mediocrity had a pungent smell and it's all over this place." I sighed, but realized he was right. Wick knew it too. But he didn't know that. Wait, what? Now I'm confused. Nevermind. Oh yeah... door. Behind the door was an unknown character. "Did I meet you at the pub, you handsome fellow you?" I said, tickling his belly. He didn't giggle, and I found that rude. So I asked him for a second: I needed to focus. Something wasn't right. I don't have a dog. I peeled my face off the bar and opened my eyes and pointed in a general direction behind the man who had just poured a bucket of ice over my head. "Give me one last glass of... whatever that is, Wick."