You said “I’m going home now.”
I said“I guess I’ll just go home too.”But, truth be told,after those 8 drinks,I wish I was going home with you.
Pretendtious
just bad luck
I was four beers deepwhen I thought to myselfmaybe I shouldn’t have hadthose four beers.Maybe I should haveapologized to youinstead. So I rode my biketo get a pack of cigarettes,and think it over.Then I took a shower,to wash away the smoke,and think it over. I sobered up.And then I drove North. I’m still not sure […]
This is bad
When was it,exactly,that I started believing people could beGoodagain? Was it after thefifth beer? Or after that shot ofwhatever the fuck? Or maybe it wassome other event,conversation,occurrence,marked by human interaction,rather thanostracized gulpsof self-prescribed medication. Well,it was definitely before I returned homealone. We are all here.Sharing this life,this time,this place. But the truth iswe are all […]
Escape from Colter Bay
We dipped out of the crowded testosterone binto a couples discount.(I think he knew we were sober) We both liked the dress,but opinions of her voice contrasted. Respect somehow was lost during the next round;I don’t quite remember the cause. You were smart enough to testthe caged alpha monkey. Yup—it’s still weird. Old acquaintances jabbered […]
