Harry filled Stinky's glass, then mine.
I knew there was no way I could get that drink down.
I did the only thing I could do.
I pretended it was easy.
I grabbed the shot glass and belted it down.
Stinky just stared at me.
I'll be right back.
I gotta go to the crapper." We sat and waited.
Stinky's a nice guy," I said.
You shouldn't call him Stinky.
How'd he get that name?" "I dunno," said Harry, "somebody just laid it on him." "That guy in the back of your car.
He ever going to come out?" "Not till morning." We sat and waited.
I think," said Harry, "we better take a look." We opened the bathroom door.
Stinky didn't appear to be in there.
Then we saw him.
He had fallen into the bathtub.
His feet stuck up over the edge.
His eyes were closed, he was down in there, and out.
