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’
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