Intoxicating calls of liquid euphoria mixed with the sweetness of a fruit. When humans start to slur their words, and grunt as animals do. The house dog is more human than they are, the night milder than their sounds, the only thing comforting about soberness is seeing new ways for someone to drown. Jungle juice, aptly named, but the king of the jungle does not have a mane. He's a drunk, and he's tipsy and he forgets that you're there, and falls asleep under blurred out stars in the middle of nowhere. I don't know why I'm here and at the same time I do, perhaps sipping on some jungle juice will help me make it through. Savage and wild are all that we are, it just takes a drop of the jungle to show it all off.
