Diving Off the Wagon
Living far away from anything interesting has kept me mostly in line recently--even if a bar has an awesome happy hour, I have to get in my car and drive back to the suburbs so I haven't been getting trizzashed like I used to. I was thinking this resulted in a lowered tolerance since I woke up this morning feeling like hell but then remembered that I laid a solid, boozy foundation at the bar (2 wells, 2 beers) and built a much stronger buzz when I got home and consumed what I now realize were two pretty large glasses of bourbon and ice cubes. Also, I started smoking again to celebrate the completion of the Hyphen stories.
Today's poem for that April challenge is going to be be lazy ill-conceived.
-gf