the uproarious palpitation rippled through out my form as adolescents applauded me. there it was mounted, a capacious flask of a robust vodka. I sponged the liquor into nonexistence, while others convulsed & rooted me on. I was stuck in a comatose, surrounded by my own & others spewing when the lawmen came tramping in. three stomach distends & six days later they declared me to be pushing up daisies.
-you chug a fifth of alcohol & everyone around you is too busy cheering to wonder how empty you had to be in order to do it.
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