Andrew Reilly

Hero

He thought to himself,

There is no way

I am going to let this thing

beat me again.

So he got back up

Brushed himself off

Moved down one

Said

fuck you

to the broken bar

stool

and ordered another.

Scotch.

Rocks.

This was no time for quitting.

Andrew Reilly lives in Chicago where he writes early and writes often for publications such as Jargon, No Touching, and The Onion A.V. Club, among others, and shows off at andrewreilly.org.