Hangover Henry (Part 2)

    Some people just breeze through life, you know. They never have a hard day, don't have to lift a finger for anything. They grew up on easy street and if they ever had to leave, they drove away in their fancy car, with a bank account full of money. They didn't know the world the way Henry did. They never had to pick a quarter out of a pile of puke from the bathroom floor just to make busfare back home. They never had to take a good punch in the face for saying something to the wrong guy twice their size. They never had to wake up to no heat in the middle of winter with nothing to eat in the kitchen and have to walk down to the food bank for a few cans of beans and stale bread. They knew nothing of hardship of any kind. Henry was the kind of man who could survive the end of the world, if the bottle, or a woman  hadn't killed him by then.
   His life wasn't all bad though, he had his good days now and again. There was this woman walking ahead of him once, with a light skirt on, when it caught the breeze and lifted right up. She wasn't wearing any panties and Henry saw a good shot of her ass. She pulled her skirt to her sides as quickly as she could, turning around to see if anyone had seen what had happened. Of course Henry was standing behind her with a big grin on his face. She was embarrassed and red in the face, but Henry kept his cool and said to her "Look lady, the gods haven't given me much these days and if today this is what they've given me, then I must have been blessed. Don't be embarrassed for my sake, just know that you made today a good day for me, and for that I'm thankful". She didn't say a word back to Henry, she just kept walking on, and as another breeze caught her dress, she didn't even bother to hold it down. She just turned her head back, and smiled at Henry. It was a good day indeed.