I saw him while entering convenience store and nodded.
He asked me how I was doing.
"Not worth a fuck," I said. "I got a nasty cocaine hangover and I think I picked up something from one a them broads at the club!"
Now you have to remember that 65 years of age is well over my shoulder. I look it, too. I look like a sailor that has paid for every drop of seawater I have crossed.
It took him a nanosecond before he about shit his pants laughing.
It is a good thing making a cop laugh as he was getting off of night shift and I was starting my day.