Sundays
meh
I feel like my guts are splattered on the concrete. I take another drag on my cigarette and wince as the smoke licks at my raw throat. I’m leaving the party now because it’s 8am and I’ve sobered up and realised that there is no one here that I know or particularly care to know. The fact that I apparently slept in my boots and my teeth are coated in a layer of fur makes me want to get home that much sooner.
I’m not entirely sure if my sunglasses are hiding the fact that I’m still stoned, or just drawing attention to it. Either way, I don’t feel up to eye contact with anyone so they stay on. I stop in a little corner shop, sweat lots in the queue and think I’m going to pass out before I can pay for my water. I drink it in three gulps before I even reach the exit and a little old lady looks disappointed in me. The hangover is creeping up the back of my neck and I can feel it coiling at the base of my brain as the morning sun causes the sweat to start running down my face. I blink the sweat out of my eyes and little drops cling to my lashes, it stings and my eyes are itching and tearing up a little but the sunglasses hide it. I can feel the water sitting, still cold, and my stomach starting to try to reject it. An old man and his dog look disgusted when I retch. I swallow hard, wipe my arm across my forehead and light another cigarette. This one doesn’t taste as much like mould so I continue walking in an admirably straight(ish) line, alternately retching and hacking up phlegm while the morning commuters tut in my general direction. I finally reach my house, discover I am currently not entirely in possession of my keys, knock on Dave’s window until I hear a grunt and the key turn in the back door. He grunts again when I enter the kitchen and I grunt back as I attempt to unlace my boots whilst walking up the stairs, which I can assure you, is not an easy thing to do. Brush my teeth (finally!) take off what little of my make-up remains and crawl into bed with a bottle of water and a pack of paracetemol. It’s too bright to sleep so I put my sunglasses back on.
I feel like my guts are splattered on the concrete. I take another drag on my cigarette and wince as the smoke licks at my raw throat. I’m leaving the party now because it’s 8am and I’ve sobered up and realised that there is no one here that I know or particularly care to know. The fact that I apparently slept in my boots and my teeth are coated in a layer of fur makes me want to get home that much sooner.
I’m not entirely sure if my sunglasses are hiding the fact that I’m still stoned, or just drawing attention to it. Either way, I don’t feel up to eye contact with anyone so they stay on. I stop in a little corner shop, sweat lots in the queue and think I’m going to pass out before I can pay for my water. I drink it in three gulps before I even reach the exit and a little old lady looks disappointed in me. The hangover is creeping up the back of my neck and I can feel it coiling at the base of my brain as the morning sun causes the sweat to start running down my face. I blink the sweat out of my eyes and little drops cling to my lashes, it stings and my eyes are itching and tearing up a little but the sunglasses hide it. I can feel the water sitting, still cold, and my stomach starting to try to reject it. An old man and his dog look disgusted when I retch. I swallow hard, wipe my arm across my forehead and light another cigarette. This one doesn’t taste as much like mould so I continue walking in an admirably straight(ish) line, alternately retching and hacking up phlegm while the morning commuters tut in my general direction. I finally reach my house, discover I am currently not entirely in possession of my keys, knock on Dave’s window until I hear a grunt and the key turn in the back door. He grunts again when I enter the kitchen and I grunt back as I attempt to unlace my boots whilst walking up the stairs, which I can assure you, is not an easy thing to do. Brush my teeth (finally!) take off what little of my make-up remains and crawl into bed with a bottle of water and a pack of paracetemol. It’s too bright to sleep so I put my sunglasses back on.