"Sitting here wasted and wounded
At this old piano
Trying hard to capture
The moment this morning I don't know
'Cause a bottle of vodka
Is still lodged in my head
And some blonde gave me nightmares
I think that she's still in my bed
As I dream about movies
They won't make of me when I'm dead"
why... why did i do this...and to the person i fucking cared about the most. why was i so stupid.
i blame some of it on the alcohol that raced through my viens and curdled with the blood, pumping hard and fast.
her name was whiskey, smooth but had a strong kick. whenever me and my "love" got in fights like these, her yelling and screaming at me for stupid fucking things, "you drink too much g-bear, please put the glass down".
fuck, i can't stand it. i can't. i'm a grown ass man i can have a drink once in a while when i'm stressed out from work.
so i went out, shouted a very harsh "bye." and slammed the door of my apartment. yeah, my apartment. i spent every last penny i had to buy that rickety old piece of shit, but hey what can i say, it's home.
it was about mid March, the snow just blanketed the ground. it twinkled lightly from the dim street lights that were placed every once in a while on the sidewalk...it was nice. it looked nice, probably not the best quality of bulb but it was peaceful, calm, and it wasn't so harsh that it stung my eyes when i gazed at them.
my shoes shuffled across the pavement, causing friction and created a scraping sound from the other wise dead quiet night.
i looked down at the watch on the left wrist as it read "1:00 am", meaning i had 5 minutes to get to the bar, then 55 minutes to drink and talk to my good buddy that worked there... he was like my therapist without having to pay a shit load of money just for some random bitch to ask you some questions for an hour then go home and fucking cry yourself to sleep. i work hard for my money, not letting it go to waste. ever. and if people think that i waste it buy going to that bar a few nights a week, they're wrong.
i reached the front door, a beautifully carved oak door, so beautiful. i praise the man who carved this structure. it's delicate carving, it's smooth grooves and shapes... it makes my eyes have an orgasm when i see it. anyways, i opened the door and stepped foot inside the bar, the strong scent of beer, none of the regulars had anything but beer, except for me. like i said, whiskey was my woman.
sitting down at the bar bench, i quietly said to the barista "shot of whiskey, please" and closed my eyes ass my ass hit that stool, sighing greatly.
long, long day.
the lady slid it down and i caught it with my solid hand, quickly bringing it up and shooting it down. i felt it slid down my throat and i once again groaned, she made me so happy, my little vixen i'd call her.
my buddy came out from the back and smiled when he saw me, striding over and patted my shoulder from over the bar.
"hey g, how you doin'?" he smiled.
i rolled my eyes and handed him the small shot glass that was once filled with whiskey.
"eh, i've been better. wife fuckin yellin at me for 'drinking to much, you're gonna be addicted g-bear', like she knows what she's talking about half the time." i moaned the last part.
he frowned and took his hand off my shoulder, and instead grabbing my shot glass and putting it in the sink.
"yknow, she might have a point g, you're coming in here 5 times a week, sometimes multiple times a day. you can't keep avoiding the problem by havin a drink, then you will become addicted." i could tell he said it with passion, that he didn't want me hurt or upset anymore, or mad at my wife for wanting to help me, but just, it's too much sometimes.
"look, buddy, i ain't complaining about you buying drinks, gives me more money, but maybe not as much, yeah? she loves ya g, she does. your guys' wedding day was a good fucking day, when she read those vows, you could tell how much you mean to her."
i sighed and slumped my face into my palms. what was i thinking, really. but fuck i'm just so mad right now, i needed to take out my anger and sadness somehow, but i don't know.
a half an hour had passed, 1:40 am ish, and frank was getting ready to close up the bar, so i sat at the bench still, a few more shots up of whiskey, and i was feeling it already, and it felt good. no worries, no pain, no sadness, just good.
a girl walked in through that big oak door, i couldn't see her well from afar because of the alcohol, but as she walked closer, i seen her graceful features, and her hourglass body that had my palms sweating and my pants feeling a little tight.
the girl smirked and glided towards me, pushing her firm ass on the stole beside mine. god, her body was like whiskey, smooth, but had a bit of a kick.
"hey there, can i get you a drink?" i asked her.
she smiled and shrugged, her long brunet hair brushed off her shoulder, which made me look at her more. her dress was red and strapless, which made me bite my lip so hard i felt like it was about to start bleeding.
"i don't know, what's the best drink here?"
"i'd personally chose the whiskey, but if you're looking for a more exciting drink, i'd say the pinã coladas are to die for."
her smirk turned devilish and and she stared me up and down, licking her lips as she rubbed my muscly thigh.
"id say you are to be one hundred percent honest. i've been craving something like you for a while, that ache needs to go away, do you think you can help me?"
fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
"hmm, how about you show me to your place and we can see what i can do."
ahahaha haha hi it's me, kayla. uhhhh i hope y'all like it, it's random and all over the place but let me know if you want a part 2, thanks byeee
