loose on the town
3 pitchers of beer to myself during the superbowl. i barely remember the Patriots won. spend more money than i have, stumble to the bus stop. don't know if i wait long before it comes. get on. too drunk to realize i get off at the wrong stop. the completly wrong stop. probably a good five miles from the apt. so i stick out my thumb and get picked up right away by some guy with no shoes and dirty feet. he brings me home, after stopping at Sav on to pick up another 12 of Natural Ice. the guy's surpised that's what i drink, he drinks it too. so he comes in the apt. and has a beer and smokes a oney and draws on my hand. i thought i was too drunk to see clearly what he drew, now, in my hung over headache, i'm even more confused what the hell he drew, or why i let him. so i borrow him a William Kennedy book and he leaves a book of poems on the kitchen counter and leaves. The girls not too happy i bring random guy with no shoes on home, or that i hitched a ride, or that i was too drunk to ride the bus proper, but she doesn't get pissed like i would expect. maybe she's getting used to my beligerence.
should i call this guy and get my book back, or just let it go?
i need to eat, but i keep puking. i skipped school. suppose to take a test. i don't think it's fair to give a test the day after the superbowl. have to work in two hours, and i can't keep food in or stand very long. can't wait.
should i call this guy and get my book back, or just let it go?
i need to eat, but i keep puking. i skipped school. suppose to take a test. i don't think it's fair to give a test the day after the superbowl. have to work in two hours, and i can't keep food in or stand very long. can't wait.