"funny that you have the dough to be buying drinks but the bills don't seem to get paid."
"can we drop it for one night, fuck man...?"
"yeah, whatever." i took a hard hit off my cigarette and gulped my whiskey and then blew the smoke out. a cloud bellowed above.
"fucking mount vesuvius over here" laughed roach. i smiled. don looked off.
we started to get drunk. i was running out of money and sarah kind of started leaning up on me. it was confusing. i'm not gonna say i wasn't down, cuz i was. i went next door to the liquor store and got a fifth of VO,a six pack of miller red wide mouth 16oz bottles, a pack of american spirits and a three pack of some porn with the covers half ripped off. i left roach, don and sarah at fibbers. it was nearly 1am.
i walked in the apartment and turned on the stereo. i hit shuffle, sunny day real estate came on. jeremy enigk never stopped kicking my ass. even to this day i hear that music and it takes me right back to that era. so good. so damned good.
i cracked a beer and opened the whiskey and poured a healthy shot, lots of ice and a little water. i had patience for the steeping of whiskey at the bar, at home i just wanted to drink it. i drink it cold, i like it a little watered down. some say that it ruins the flavor,that it changes the dynamic of the experience. man, fuck them. it's like drinking hot coffee. i mean, who the hell likes to burn their tongue? i never got that, not one second of it. people looking all fucking timid and scared trying to take a sip of coffee. put a damn ice cube in it. you like how it tastes right? what's wrong with being able to drink it? same with whiskey, i want to drink it. i've taken shots. i've had just about every variation of alcohol and there is nothing like a good yard beer and a shot of whiskey on the rocks. nuff said.
i lit a cigarette and leaned back in my disgusting yellow flower print couch. the door opened, it was don, roach and sarah.
"aw fuck" i thought. i didn't want sarah to come over, i was kinda trashed and was concerned about where my hands might end up.
sure as shit, she came and sat on my lap and started running her hands through my hair.
"you gonna pour me a drink cowboy?" she purred.
"yeah, yeah...what'll you have?"
"whatever you spilled on your shirt would be fine." she laughed and so did roach and don. frankly it pissed me off but at the same time kinda turned me on.
"can we drop it for one night, fuck man...?"
"yeah, whatever." i took a hard hit off my cigarette and gulped my whiskey and then blew the smoke out. a cloud bellowed above.
"fucking mount vesuvius over here" laughed roach. i smiled. don looked off.
we started to get drunk. i was running out of money and sarah kind of started leaning up on me. it was confusing. i'm not gonna say i wasn't down, cuz i was. i went next door to the liquor store and got a fifth of VO,a six pack of miller red wide mouth 16oz bottles, a pack of american spirits and a three pack of some porn with the covers half ripped off. i left roach, don and sarah at fibbers. it was nearly 1am.
i walked in the apartment and turned on the stereo. i hit shuffle, sunny day real estate came on. jeremy enigk never stopped kicking my ass. even to this day i hear that music and it takes me right back to that era. so good. so damned good.
i cracked a beer and opened the whiskey and poured a healthy shot, lots of ice and a little water. i had patience for the steeping of whiskey at the bar, at home i just wanted to drink it. i drink it cold, i like it a little watered down. some say that it ruins the flavor,that it changes the dynamic of the experience. man, fuck them. it's like drinking hot coffee. i mean, who the hell likes to burn their tongue? i never got that, not one second of it. people looking all fucking timid and scared trying to take a sip of coffee. put a damn ice cube in it. you like how it tastes right? what's wrong with being able to drink it? same with whiskey, i want to drink it. i've taken shots. i've had just about every variation of alcohol and there is nothing like a good yard beer and a shot of whiskey on the rocks. nuff said.
i lit a cigarette and leaned back in my disgusting yellow flower print couch. the door opened, it was don, roach and sarah.
"aw fuck" i thought. i didn't want sarah to come over, i was kinda trashed and was concerned about where my hands might end up.
sure as shit, she came and sat on my lap and started running her hands through my hair.
"you gonna pour me a drink cowboy?" she purred.
"yeah, yeah...what'll you have?"
"whatever you spilled on your shirt would be fine." she laughed and so did roach and don. frankly it pissed me off but at the same time kinda turned me on.
