Today's OneWord: Moonshine

Last time my uncle drank moonshine, he went blind. Now he kept drinking moonshine, hoping he'd go deaf, too. The dog he owned didn't have any more vision than he did, slumped at his feet and whining for another sliver of something to eat. When I visited, I was happy to give the poor pooch the leftovers of what I cooked for dinner. When it came to my uncle, I didn't exactly like to reward him much.