The High Life and Bucket Bouts Part 1

The clock reads 11:33 on a late Sunday morning. As the alarm generates it's usual morning buzz, he wipes the blurry haze from his eye and takes a look outside the window. Clouds fill the sky, and the sun is rendered helpless. As each foot staggers to make a path across the bedroom floor, he stops to remember what has caused the dreadful throbbing in his head. As random events from the night prior fill his head, he instantly remembers the 9 bottles of High Life that he downed in a 2 hour period. He then makes his way to the bathroom and looks in the mirror at his disheveled appearance, and proceeds to wash his face. The cold water hits his skin like a winter chill, and instantly his brain is alert. At the same moment, his stomach gives off a horrid grumble and reminds him that he is in need of nourishment, and stat. As he makes his way to the kitchen, he thumbs through the selection at hand. Oatmeal, Corn Flakes, Little Debbie Cakes, and pancakes. After a moment of debate, he decides to trust the years of Wilford Brimley's suggestion and eat a bowl of oatmeal. At this moment in time, all seems right with the world (with the exception of the headache). Little does he know, strange events are about to unfold later in the day..... to be continued