It’s brunch in San Francisco and The Monster’s last meal so the call is made for Beast and The Hare. Tired and hungover it’s a miraculously close walk at two blocks away which is just about one block too far. There are a few times along the three minute walk The Monster almost gives up. When he sees a dirty pillow and blanket on the sidewalk the thought does cross his mind to stop and take a quick nap.
When finally arriving at the restaurant The Monster quickly orders a pomegranate mimosa under the delusion that more alcohol will help stave off the impending headache that’s currently just a small nuisance pressing against his currently incapacitated brain but threatens soon to be a full-blown epidemic. The drink happens to be wonderfully refreshing and already spirits are lifted. Score one for hair of the dog.