How to get drunk with an undecided voter

I was watching the debate, or whatever the fuck we’re calling that, an hour into whatever the fuck that was, when my phone buzzed. A guy I know was in town and asked what I was doing. “Wishing I had stronger drugs,” I said. “I can’t fucking watch this.”

He said he was in town for a work thing. Come get a drink. It seemed like a better idea than screaming…