"I hear ya, man." It had definitely been a crazy time lately. First he'd been a dog, then there were zombies, then there was snow and not one bit of it had been fun for Mad Sweeney.
Especially the whole being a dog thing. That in particular had sucked.
Sweeney took another drink from his glass, draining it. He slammed the glass back down on the bar and slid it forward, indicating to the bartender that he wanted another. "It's a mighty fine place, my good man. A good place to forget things, if that's what you want to do."