Why do so many of us love the passed-out raccoon in the liquor store bathroom ? That fuzzy little body stretched out on the bathroom floor after a full-force face plant in between a trash can and the toilet pulls at our heartstrings. He looked vulnerable. We all know he was going to have an absolute whopper of a hangover. My head started pounding, and my stomach started churning in solidarity. It was a good reminder that the only time I feel that way now is if I have the flu; it is no longer a regular thing that I do to myself. Even someone who has never had a hangover can imagine the pain and have empathy. Poor little guy.

There’s a lightheartedness to the debauchery of the raccoon I have decided to name “Eggnog,” given one of his beverage choices. There was just too much revelry. He j

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