Paddy staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking
He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Brigid.
He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their
upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step.
As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around
and he landed heavily on his rump.
A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing
Managing not to yell, Paddy sprung up, pulled down his pants, and
in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding.
He managed to quietly find a full box of band-aids
and began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw
He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and
shuffled and stumbled his way to bed.
In the morning, Paddy woke up with searing pain in both his head and
butt and Brigid staring at him from across the room.
She said, You were drunk again last night werent you Paddy?
Paddy said, Why would you say such a mean thing?
Brigid said, it could be the open front door, it
could be The broken glass at the bottom of the stairs,
It could be the Drops of blood trailing through the house,
It could be your Bloodshot Eyes,
But mostly....... its all those Band-Aids stuck on the