Parlay, Meet Niles
Oh, that’s right. His apartment was still destroyed. Remnants of a torn motivational poster, the scent of vomit still permeating, thawed frozen meal bits still scattered across the linoleum of his kitchen, attracting ants. He kicked his shoes off at the door and placed the beaker on the coffee table. Paulie began sorting his drunken destruction from the night before, in the opposite order that it had occurred.
He undid his sleeping arrangement in the living room floor, converting his makeshift bed of couch cushions back into the boring love seat he and Toni had picked out at a moving sale years earlier. Then Paulie hurried to the kitchen and sprayed the contents of the sink down into the garbage disposal, before shredding the combination of mashed potatoes, corn, and S
