lying with the devil
I drink alot. I get drunk alot. But seldom do I get so fucked up I can't see or stand. I went to the river in search of rest and relaxation. Instead, being the driven individual that I am, I found boredom. So I headed out into the night in search of adventure. I concocted some story as to finding a person named Jacob Billings. I visited a grocer, a resturant, and a bar in search of this person. I found this totally made up person. A guy believed that his daughter went to high school with this named person. Through her, I got an address. Being as smashed as I was, I figured it was God's will that I track down this person. One 30 minute drive later, I arrived at 'Jacob Billings' place. He was slightly older and slightly shorter than myself. I explained to him that I was a bounty hunter and I was here to take him in. He believed me, and we went to a local bar, and had a few drinks. He got drunk quickly, and I nearly beat him to death in the parking lot, and I don't know why. I drove off, leaving him in a puddle, and came back to the place I was staying. I passed out in the grass, gazing out to the stars, not fully realizing that they were out of my reach. I made a call. and a voice called out into my head, "If you're gonnah lie with the devil, don't expect not to get fucked."