A Sitting around a friends house downtown. Everyone sniffing mista C. Which I can't do, because of my little amphetamine problem back in the day. I sit there and jones for a taste, jones for a drink. Must of smoked a half a pack of butts in like an hour. "When are we gonna get to the damn bar" I think to myself. Everyone sits there in there own little stimulated crystal clear world. Flapping their lips about what ever crosses their minds. Blah Blah Blah.... "Shut the fuck up" I wanna scream at the top of my smoke filled lungs. Nothingless, I ask them in a calm orderly voice "Would anyone wanna check out that Techno Dj at Water Nightclub tonight?". Two kats volunteer to roll down with me to the club so I can fullfill my need for intoxication. When we arrive, I rush to the bar with no time to waste. Order two triple gin and tonics. Give the bartender a twenty dollar bill, grab the drinks. Move to some stools on the otherside of the bar, where my buddy is talking to some prostitute. I sit down beside them and start my night off with the taste of pine needles. B Another night just like the others. Having to meet a friend at the club. I decide to leave my house an hour early, to get a few quick drinks in before she arrives. I've sat around my house long enough. Watching a clock that counts my days before death. I jump up to put on my jacket and head out into a west coast tempest. Arrived at the club twenty minutes later, drenched from the needed spring showers. I thought I was on the guest list..but...its seems I wasn't. The doorman gave me a half off and let my water lodged corpse into the building. Ran into two friends of mine that were quite intoxicated for the time of night in a club. Sat around with them to drink a few pints of the islands worst ale. After awhile the feeling of relaxation comes over me and I relax for the first time that day. I notice many other things about this bar that I haven't noticed since my arrival. The first thing was that they were playing Drum and Bass....there was a dee jay. "How the hell could I have missed that" I think to myself as my friends ramble on about cities I have never been to. The next thing is mirrors. The walls are covered in them. Whatever way I look, I can not escape my own glace. Its 11:45pm, I have to be outside to meet my friend and what a perfect time. Only inchs away from totally wierding myself out. I leave the bar for a smoke, fresh air, and the rendevous. After an hour and a half of drinking pints of beer, the decision is made. Time to start drinking gin. Order a double and tonic with two limes and proceed to enjoy the great atmosphere. The problem with gin and any other hard alcohol/soda solution is that, they are too easy to drink. Its like drinking water (well maybe thats just me). I finish the first of many to come and proceed to bring myself deeper into a drunken stupor. The music pounds through my body and sugestively speaks to the crowd of variable sized shadows. I enjoy watching the great spasms released from the dance floor. Dancing is an interesting way of communication. My friend is quite drunk and so am I. The bartender starts pouring quadruples or maybe even more into my glass cup. The tonic is gone.... its just large cups of gin and two lime slices. I drink too many. I drink to much. Close my eyes and enjoy the rollercoster. C. Fuck. Beer. Beer. Beer. Beer. Beer. Beer. Beer. Beer. Beer. Beer...... Don't feel much anymore. Don't care much anymore. I want to go home to sleep. Wake up and smile. I leave the house. D. Today was the first time I woke up without a hangover in months. Its sad when you think about it. It was a different kind of nausea. A sickness that was bred in my stomach, not my brain and liver. I felt sorry for myself. I felt sorry for the world. Could hardly stand up straight. Daggers filled my inards. I needed a drink and quick. Drinking in the morning was taboo though. Always against that. Sticking it out, I hobbled downstairs for breakfast. Black tea, scrambled farm eggs and a slightly toasted montreal bagel with a small smear of goat cheese on the side of the plate. It was a breakfast of champions to say the least. I was never a breakfast person (How could I be, I don't wake up untill two in the afternoon). Finished up the grub with content for the future and was ready to start my first sober day. |
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