Joshua Mohr tackles time, addiction, and invisible dogs over at Lit Hub:
I’d love to tell you what happened next with the Rattler, love to tell you some adventure I went on with him. But the truth is I can’t tell you anything else. One minute I was sitting at Vesuvio nursing a Fernet shot, choking down a terrible Bloody Mary that tasted like aluminum. One minute, it was Friday morning and the next thing I knew it was Sunday.
Most of the weekend gone.
Lost.
But I’ve thought a lot about that vanished Saturday, and this is what I think happened, what I’d like to think happened. This is my make-believe Saturday.
