It was lovely, the way her words made me feel.
Chain-smoking my way thru yet another Christmas, waiting for the hour of drunk that seemed to be coming way too slow, I spoke to her, laughed with her, and my heart was warmer. Between the episode of Family Guy and exit from the apartment, she kept me company while I rambled thru nervous lips about this and that--and the Tofurkey.
Still reeling from my conversation, my brother and I headed to the oh-so-holy spot where we've spent many an alcoholic evening perfecting the art of bar room conversation and satisfying our lust for all things booze. We watched our favorite bartender perform magical bar tricks, and we showed her how to make a bottle of beer stick to the wall for hrs. Thru hugs and jello shots I looked around at this small gathering of like-minded folk, who were either lonely drifters or persons who needed a break from the families for awhile. We played a game of spades with the owner, who bought us a Christmas pitcher and then proceeded to kick all of our dignity out into the cold evening when he and his partner played a flawless game.
Boldy, I challenged them to Texas Hold 'Em. Drunkenly, I lost that shit too.
But no worries, as the hr. grew late and in my drunkest thoughts usually reserved for either the impending drive home or how hungry I might be--she kept coming back. I saw her face, and heard the way she laughed until it hurt. I kept it with me until we pulled into our apartment complex and drove by a car full of rowdy fuckers who yelled at us as we crept past them. We paid them no mind, turned the corner, and parked. No sooner were we stopped then they sped up, parked behind us, and jumped out of their car. I saw my brother freeze for only a second, until the original taunter ran up to him and hugged him.
My brother yelled out his hello and they embraced in the middle of this deserted parking lot like friends who have been seperated way too long. Naturally, I assumed they knew each other, even when the obviously way drunker dude kept referring to my brother by the wrong name. He then came up to me and, neglecting the traditional first-meeting hand-shake, pulled me into a bear-hug, kissed my cheek, and still hugging me spun me around like I was either his lover or his ten-year old daughter. He spoke wildly about his evening and I humored him.
Until he pulled the gun out of his pants, and cocked it.
How strange to be so elated about one thing one minute and be moments away from pissing fright down the leg of your pants the next. He laughed with that crazy cackle of someone who obviously is resting on his ability to balance(?) not only a drunk, but possibly eight to ten different highs. He giggled again, put the gun back, came back to me, hugged hard again, kissed my cheek and got back into the car where his two friends had sat the entire time. After wishing us Merry Christmas, my brother and I walked off toward home.
"Did you know that guy?" I asked my brother.
"No fucking idea who he was."
We walked faster. Finally safe within the walls of our place, I had to laugh at the situation.
My last thoughts were of her...sleeping peacefully with a smile.
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Merry late Christmas, thefreak.
Chain-smoking my way thru yet another Christmas, waiting for the hour of drunk that seemed to be coming way too slow, I spoke to her, laughed with her, and my heart was warmer. Between the episode of Family Guy and exit from the apartment, she kept me company while I rambled thru nervous lips about this and that--and the Tofurkey.
Still reeling from my conversation, my brother and I headed to the oh-so-holy spot where we've spent many an alcoholic evening perfecting the art of bar room conversation and satisfying our lust for all things booze. We watched our favorite bartender perform magical bar tricks, and we showed her how to make a bottle of beer stick to the wall for hrs. Thru hugs and jello shots I looked around at this small gathering of like-minded folk, who were either lonely drifters or persons who needed a break from the families for awhile. We played a game of spades with the owner, who bought us a Christmas pitcher and then proceeded to kick all of our dignity out into the cold evening when he and his partner played a flawless game.
Boldy, I challenged them to Texas Hold 'Em. Drunkenly, I lost that shit too.
But no worries, as the hr. grew late and in my drunkest thoughts usually reserved for either the impending drive home or how hungry I might be--she kept coming back. I saw her face, and heard the way she laughed until it hurt. I kept it with me until we pulled into our apartment complex and drove by a car full of rowdy fuckers who yelled at us as we crept past them. We paid them no mind, turned the corner, and parked. No sooner were we stopped then they sped up, parked behind us, and jumped out of their car. I saw my brother freeze for only a second, until the original taunter ran up to him and hugged him.
My brother yelled out his hello and they embraced in the middle of this deserted parking lot like friends who have been seperated way too long. Naturally, I assumed they knew each other, even when the obviously way drunker dude kept referring to my brother by the wrong name. He then came up to me and, neglecting the traditional first-meeting hand-shake, pulled me into a bear-hug, kissed my cheek, and still hugging me spun me around like I was either his lover or his ten-year old daughter. He spoke wildly about his evening and I humored him.
Until he pulled the gun out of his pants, and cocked it.
How strange to be so elated about one thing one minute and be moments away from pissing fright down the leg of your pants the next. He laughed with that crazy cackle of someone who obviously is resting on his ability to balance(?) not only a drunk, but possibly eight to ten different highs. He giggled again, put the gun back, came back to me, hugged hard again, kissed my cheek and got back into the car where his two friends had sat the entire time. After wishing us Merry Christmas, my brother and I walked off toward home.
"Did you know that guy?" I asked my brother.
"No fucking idea who he was."
We walked faster. Finally safe within the walls of our place, I had to laugh at the situation.
My last thoughts were of her...sleeping peacefully with a smile.
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Merry late Christmas, thefreak.
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happy merry hon.