vodka

I got drunk last night – thought it’d be fun. Sat down at a table by a window with some friends, made a competition out of it. They didn’t last long. I took the rest of the vodka and left them with their heads on the table. Made my way out the back door to cool the heat in my cheeks, sat myself down on the back porch and made shapes in the shadows of the trees. Not too much time passed before I was on my back staring up at the stars. The bottle was empty and I no longer had a reason to sit upright.
I slept outside last night – didn’t feel the winter chill as it bit at my toes, fingers, ears. You found me in the morning and scolded me for wearing a t-shirt and no socks. I listened to you but didn’t hear a word you said because I was still in the stars so you pulled me back inside and held me on the sofa as my head throbbed and the acids in my stomach splashed up into my throat, dropped back down, echoing violently with every surge of blood thrusting in my eyelids..
It takes much more effort than it used to to string a sensible sentence together. I suppose it would help if I knew what I wanted to say. I’m getting drunk again tonight. I don’t think I’m quite sober at the moment, actually. You poured me Captain Crunch for breakfast, I know, but when you left I dumped it in the sink and chugged a Red Stripe. It stopped just short of quenching my thirst so I popped the cap to another and took it with me and an arm-full of for-laters.

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Clarkston, United States

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