So some of you know I like to stop off pretty often at this little neighborhood bar for a beer or two.
I noticed this fellow, Irish I believe, would come in every day and order two shots. He'd sit quietly for a few seconds after the shots came, and then down both.
I got curious so I asked him what was the deal? "Well," he said. "Me brother is back in Ireland and I miss the lad terribly, so each day I have a shot for him, and one for me. Helps me remember."
I thought that was pretty neat, and it went on for quite some time, until yesterday. He walked in, ordered only 1 shot, sat quietly for twice the normal time, then downed the single shot.
"Friend," I said, almost afraid to ask. "Did something happen to your brother?"
"Oh no" he said, but very Somber. "Im afraid my doctor said I haffta give up drinkin"