when i got back to the apartment you were face down on the floor you said don't go to bed yet let's go get a 64 and the beer i had had for breakfast was a pint of jim beam and a fifth of peach schnapps and some warm sunny d and you said bottoms up just as i bottomed out i tried to scream fuck you but blood was pouring out my mouth

after many months of self-degradation i have been sticking to coffee, hiking, nicotine, books, work, soccer and riding my bike all over the county. fuck it, im tired and there is much work to be done before my flight.