Graveyard Dirt: Two Worlds and In-between

Breakfast of Champions

I woke up with a burning hole in my stomach, and then the Old Woman decided to visit - before breakfast - which meant the first thing that went into the internal blaze was a shot of Scottish whisky. (Oi fucking vey.) It hasn't snowed in weeks; how did She know we were taking down the Christmas tree and all of the "winter" decorations today?