Her Ethereal Beauty

Adam - 1/1/1991

1/1/1991 - Another New Year begins now, and it is what I believe to be just like last year. Personally for myself, nothing interesting will occur, other than the beginning of my new job. I, Adam Clark, begin working as a photographer later in the day.

At the moment, it's 1:02 A.M. and I'm stuck at a New Years party, surrounded by strangers who are getting drunk all at once. God damn it Herbert, getting everyone hooked on beer only to get a hangover in a few hours. How stupid can this imbecile be? I've seen how badly these people turn out in the morning.. People in the bathtub upside down, using its curtains as a blanket. Vomit literally everywhere. It's hard not to avoid it later on. If another person offers me a beer, I'm gonna leave this party.

I've never touched alcohol after seeing what it could do to my dad. My older brother, Jonathan, and his best friend, Herbert, think otherwise though. Those idiots are the ones who get everyone in the party intoxicated. I find it rather disgusting.

"'Sup b, wanna go get blazed?" some red headed girl offers me as she slings her arms around my neck. Her breath reeks of Coors Light, and her face is a harsh tomato hue. I gently push her off and refuse her proposal. "No thanks." I mutter while walking away, the disgusting aroma being masked

I climb through the crowds of people dancing, trying to look for Jonathan. That's when I look to my left sharply and see him. As much as I hate to ruin his fun, I interrupt his make out session with a tap on his shoulder. "The fuck do you want?" He says, looking over his shoulders to look at me. I can easily tell how badly he wants to beam a football at my forehead just by his glare. "If I may just cut in for a sec." I say to the girl with a reassuring grin. "Don't worry, I'm his brother." The brunette he's with looks pretty vexed too, and parts away after shrugging and muttering a "Whatever."

"What are you doing, asshole? I was gonna get laid tonight!" He spat at me angrily, but honestly I didn't really care. "Listen, Johnny-boy, I'm about to bounce. You don't seem like you're doing anything important, other than trying to swallow that girl." I informed him, but in return he leans on the wall and shoves his fists into his pocket. "Why would you care?" He uttered, his breath also smelling pungent. My nose crinkles in response, so I turn my head away. "You're right. Why would I care about my own blood? That is a good question." His head turns towards the crowd of people partying in the center of the room, and my eyes fully focus on his. "I'm leaving, and if you would rather get laid over getting home safe, don't bother coming with me." I finalize before starting to leave.

Once my back is turned against Jonathan, I can hear the brunette return to him. I don't turn around and keep heading towards the door. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol really starts to burn my nostrils as it wafers around the cramped room. It's so revolting.

Once I'm out of that building, I breathe in deeply. While New York's air is polluted, it's better than that room's stench. I must've left my coat inside though, because it's cold as hell. Actually, it's the opposite of hell, but not heaven. Hell is probably a million Celsius, while heaven is room temperature. I guess it's as cold as Antarctica, minus the snow and all. I dig into my pockets for my car keys and walk around the block looking for my precious Subaru. It's a creme colored-ivory sort of hue; custom painted by moi! Well, not actually. I won't say what model it is because that might date me, even though I'm only in my mid twenties. Twenty five isn't old, is it? I wouldn't dare say so, but that's only me. A twenty five year old.

After repeatedly pressing the lock and unlock button on my key chain, I find the car parked across the street from the block. My arms and legs feel numb and unprotected, especially since all I wore was a red button down shirt and black skinny jeans along with a brand new pair of black high tops. I always did adore Converse's but I saved these new babies for the new year.