Five bottles of cheap booze
off the stool, and struggle
to get out the door, just
to get side tracked as
you look at the blond with
the long legs.

Bam!

That lamppost put a stop
to your momentum. You moan,
you lay on the sidewalk;
you puke, and fall asleep.
Sometime in the middle of
the night, dogs ate your
puke and pissed on you.

When you wake up you are so
fucked up that you don't
smell the dog piss. But you
have a knot on your forehead,
the filth, and the street to
serve as proof that you got
wasted the night before. So
you go to the package store
for another bottle so you
can start all over again.

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