Robert Potter

Dr. Mitts’ Balm For Unbearable Sadness

Casey Mendez examines the near-empty glass in front of him. He couldn’t remember if this was his ninth beer on his sixth night coming to this bar this week or the reverse. Catching your wife cheating on you was one thing, but then having her admit it and say that she’d rather throw six years down the drain than stop seeing him was entirely different. It was a gut punch, and the only remedy Casey had found was drowning his insides in hops.