a confession, much like a whiskey burn....
arrive at bar at 9:30 p.m. order first drink. down it, go across the street for cigarettes, return, and order another. talk to owner of bar for a couple of minutes. make the rounds and shake hands with the regulars. comment on how young one looks after he has shaved. smile at his displeasure after receiving this news. return to your stool. nurse second drink while waiting for friend. pull out notebook. work on poem that only seems to have life once illuminated by the neon signs over the bar. greet friend when she arrives. go outside and marvel at her new car. go back inside. move to a table. watch a table full of underage girls make fools of themselves. wonder why they aren't kicked out. remember that the owner of the bar is a pervert. wonder no longer. greet more friends as they make their way to the table. become depressed for no reason. take random shots when offered. drink heavily until last call. go outside and get in car. open door quickly and vomit mac and cheese into the parking lot. feel a tad better. realize that five or so of those shots should not have happened. beg brother to take you home. pass out briefly in car on ride over to bar owner's house. nod when brother says he is trying to get ass and will be back later. wait 15 minutes. stumble out of car try to walk. piss on some random person's truck. smile. begin walking down the street, five miles from home. stumble in the middle of the road. realize you do not know where you are. try hitchiking. relax when a car pulls over. walk to the window. watch the guy tell you "good luck" while wearing a shit-eating grin. curse him when he speeds off laughing. stumble furthur down the road. pass out in the parking lot of a gas station. wake up to find three cops and two E.M.T.'s hovering over you. discover that they are here to investigate a "dead body" in the parking lot. assure them you are not dead. realize you are still stupid drunk. wait for the handcuffs. listen to cops and put your hands on the hood. giggle when cop fondles you. breathe a sigh of relief when cop offers you a ride home. get on internet, talk to your mommy, and relate the events of the previous evening. wonder if you should take a break for awhile. walk into bedroom. fall on bed.
sleep.
arrive at bar at 9:30 p.m. order first drink. down it, go across the street for cigarettes, return, and order another. talk to owner of bar for a couple of minutes. make the rounds and shake hands with the regulars. comment on how young one looks after he has shaved. smile at his displeasure after receiving this news. return to your stool. nurse second drink while waiting for friend. pull out notebook. work on poem that only seems to have life once illuminated by the neon signs over the bar. greet friend when she arrives. go outside and marvel at her new car. go back inside. move to a table. watch a table full of underage girls make fools of themselves. wonder why they aren't kicked out. remember that the owner of the bar is a pervert. wonder no longer. greet more friends as they make their way to the table. become depressed for no reason. take random shots when offered. drink heavily until last call. go outside and get in car. open door quickly and vomit mac and cheese into the parking lot. feel a tad better. realize that five or so of those shots should not have happened. beg brother to take you home. pass out briefly in car on ride over to bar owner's house. nod when brother says he is trying to get ass and will be back later. wait 15 minutes. stumble out of car try to walk. piss on some random person's truck. smile. begin walking down the street, five miles from home. stumble in the middle of the road. realize you do not know where you are. try hitchiking. relax when a car pulls over. walk to the window. watch the guy tell you "good luck" while wearing a shit-eating grin. curse him when he speeds off laughing. stumble furthur down the road. pass out in the parking lot of a gas station. wake up to find three cops and two E.M.T.'s hovering over you. discover that they are here to investigate a "dead body" in the parking lot. assure them you are not dead. realize you are still stupid drunk. wait for the handcuffs. listen to cops and put your hands on the hood. giggle when cop fondles you. breathe a sigh of relief when cop offers you a ride home. get on internet, talk to your mommy, and relate the events of the previous evening. wonder if you should take a break for awhile. walk into bedroom. fall on bed.
sleep.
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dollbabyamy:
thank you for the birthday wishes!! 
mrstitches:
So, just another wednesday night then?