[for Lloyd]
[ After all of these ]
In the light of day, things actually seem a bit better than he'd hoped. Maybe it helps that he spent last night freaking out in the jungle after dark, scaring himself bad enough that he's back on his fucking meds; after that, a hangover and some gay panic aren't really that bad.
The pill bottle rattles from his trouser pocket, because he doesn't want to become some boring shit who doesn't go to parties and get drunk and go home with strangers, but he doesn't want to go back into that dark hole again, doesn't want his body to betray him and his mind to hold him down while it kicks him. Not that this fucking headache isn't a bit of a betrayal, but that's on the wine. Maybe when he goes to refill his shit he can mix in some vicodin, take one of each and just sleep all fucking day.
That, at least, is one part of his illness he can agree with today.
In the light of day, things actually seem a bit better than he'd hoped. Maybe it helps that he spent last night freaking out in the jungle after dark, scaring himself bad enough that he's back on his fucking meds; after that, a hangover and some gay panic aren't really that bad.
The pill bottle rattles from his trouser pocket, because he doesn't want to become some boring shit who doesn't go to parties and get drunk and go home with strangers, but he doesn't want to go back into that dark hole again, doesn't want his body to betray him and his mind to hold him down while it kicks him. Not that this fucking headache isn't a bit of a betrayal, but that's on the wine. Maybe when he goes to refill his shit he can mix in some vicodin, take one of each and just sleep all fucking day.
That, at least, is one part of his illness he can agree with today.