I have something fun this week. Both the work, and it’s origin story. I’ll start with the latter. A few years ago, a friend of my Mom’s was having some noise issues with their neighbour. The kind of noise issues that are a little difficult to casually bring up in the elevator, if you know what I mean. So my Mom had an idea that her son the writer might be able to write a note that could could make the necessary point with a bit of humour and finesse to minimize the awkwardness. In a way, I suppose it was my first (and only) commission as a writer. After writing the initial note, my impish delight took over and I expanded the piece into a story, which is below for your enjoyment.
of Wit and Whiskey 