You open your weary eyes and close them again; your head feels like someone even smaller then you are jack hammering your brain. The hangover hits you and you whimper pitifully wishing you could fall back into the painless oblivion of sleep. The stale taste of beer lingers in your mouth and you think you’re going to be sick. You hold it in at the last second, swallowing the bile before it enters your mouth. You haven’t been this sick since you got flushed down the toilet and got trapped in the septic tank. Last time you bathe in the toilet and leave the door open. Your sister, Tulip, should have a bell around her neck so you know when she’s coming.
The queasiness passes and you collapse to the ground. You look around and see that everything is dark and the air is musty. You don’t know if the smell is coming from you or where you are, but it smells ripe. Last night, Angela, your best friend for life, convinced you to go with her and a few friends to head out to the park and ‘chill out’ as she put it. You went along expecting to hang out, talk about high school classes and discuss who was fucking whom at school. However, no sooner does Angela put me down, does Brad, a friend of one of Angela’s friends, pull out a bottle of tequila. First instinct upon seeing the bottle is get the hell out of there. Drunken people aren’t the best type of people to hang around with when you can easily be sat, stomped or fallen on. You’ve had enough bad experiences with the bottle to write a short novel about the dangers of drinking and handling shrunken men. As soon as you suggest leaving, Brad starts tainting you and being the level headed moron you are, he gets to you. It’s not long before your swimming around in the bottle swallowing mouthfuls of the drink every few seconds. Memories after that are a little hazy, something about condoms and spin the bottle, but you aren’t sure. Everything is a blur to you. Hopefully you didn’t do anything stupid, like walk off and get lost with no way home.
You feel so stupid right now; you should know better then to get drunk with out having someone designated to watch over you. For years, you’ve been asking for more responsibility, but the truth is, outside of the house, you need someone to look after you or you’re going to die. You forget about admonishing yourself and try to figure out where you are. It’s dark and the air is musty. You can think of several different places you could be and none of them are good. Taking a deep breath, you feel around your surroundings and realize exactly where you are.
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