That's Not Amore
John Boehner wakes up in his English basement apartment on Capitol Hill, his head still in a merlot fog.
It's a glorious autumn morning, but Boehner doesn't want to open his baby blues. He lies there, in his "Man of the House" T-shirt and Augusta National gym shorts.
He wishes he didn't have to go to work. He reaches for his Camel Ultra Lights in his supposedly smoke-free apartment.