Take it Away

“What on earth is wrong with you?” The question comes out of nowhere, a sly uppercut into the soft underbelly of my  fragile (often) sense of worth. “I mean, seriously. What is your problem? What?”
On the ropes by this point, I come out swinging: a wounded tiger, an annoyed, wounded tiger. “Look, if I want to drink Grosset’s ‘Polish Hill’ Riesling with special chow mein, then I will. Alright?”
Noble Rot, Issue 16