The Regular Band

Friday night never happened due to black holes and misfiring

synapses

but I begin to have second thoughts when someone tells me it really did happen

and that it leaked into Saturday morning with

me in the picture and I regained consciousness to find

myself

rubbing elbows with crack heads, drunks, sluts and drug dealers, (me!) the victim of) I had snorted-drunk-smoked

enough

to intoxicate a schoolhouse of chubby children with high tolerances and suicidal tendencies.) in a small bar

in a small town

while a band plays ‘That same

old

song’