When the editors of the dictionary sat down and wrote the definition of lazy, they must’ve met George on the way to their office. The guy was pure bone-idled lazy.
Blessed with above-average intelligence and good looks, George possessed two flaws that stopped him from achieving his full potential — he was rich and he liked to party.
His only goal in life was to stumble from one party to the next — a beautiful model on one arm, and a six pack of beer in the other. A drunkard who shucked responsibility in all forms, his breakfast was whiskey with a rum chaser, lunch was a case of Budweiser, and dinner was a T-bone to soak up the expensive wine he drank before the steak arrived.
Excerpt from The Last Hand: Beware of Friends Bearing Gifts by Candy C Knight. Copyright © 2016 by Candy Knight. All rights reserved. Posted with permission of the publisher.
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