I’ve developed an intimacy with the strange and a bad case of the zipps

I’ve developed an intimacy with the strange and a bad case of the zipps. At a party the other night this woman asked me to hold her child. She said it was the baby New Year. My inner daemon said no but the angels on my lips said yes. I looked at the little squirt and said, “how’s it with ye short hodges?” He puked on me and the whole party laughed. His mother kept smoking her Kool 100.