Unpublished short fiction

Billy Beergut threw another beer at the television. He drank some more beer, then threw that beer at the television, too. The cans bounced off and fell on the carpet. There were a lot of old cans on the carpet. The whole apartment smelled like beer.
      Billy Beergut had a beer gut and drank beer. On Mondays he drank beer and on Tuesdays he drank beer and on Sundays he drank beer and on all other days he drank beer, too. He drank beer on Christmas. He drank beer on Halloween. He drank beer on Arbor Day but didn’t know it was Arbor Day. All his days had beer in them, no matter what. Even in his dreams he drank beer.
      Billy Beergut opened another beer and took a drink.
      “Fuckn’ Obama. Fuck YOU. Shut UP.”
      The television had a lot of beer on it. Billy rested the can of beer on his gut and watched President Obama talking. Obama said some things. He said some things about prisoners and some things about terrorists.
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