Today's OneWord: Drunken

"So what happened?" inquired Edna. "Old Howie go off on the barkeep in a drunken rage again?"

Howie was fast asleep on the couch, with Ursula nursing a cut on his jaw with a pack of frozen peas. I just sat back and exhaled, cracking open a can of cheap beer.

"Not the barkeep, no," I replied. "Some neighbor from his childhood, Owen or something? He showed up, and all Hell broke loose. Guess they had some sort of past rivalry or grudge or whatever."

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