Brown, the same color as a large lake filled with shit, or maybe a pig that has been bathing in the mud so long that it resembled a giant chocolate sausage. Thats what the boy thought as he stared into his own eyes through the mirror. He wondered if he kept his eyes open long enough if they would simply just shrivel up and fall right out of his head. No thats a stupid thought he argued back to himself. But the booze had that affect on him, made him think that completely rediculous ideas sounded just a okay. He took a moment to look away from the mirror and slowly reach down and grab the bottle of rum he'd been downing for the past half hour, already it was almost empty. He remembered what the girl he'd had a crush on had said when she found out he drank, oh boy was she pissed! After listening to her rant and cry for a good hour and a half about how she had seen so many of her "friends" end up in the hospital because they got drunk and went of and did something stupid he had finally promised her that he would never drink again. But that was a good six months ago, and over those six months they had slowly begun to drift as she ironically enough began to get involved with those same people he'd stopped hanging out with for her. Then one day towards the end of the semester she disappears for a few weeks and when she shows back up she has a stomach that looks like shes trying to snuggle a bowling ball through security. While everyone else began to snicker and gossip about what a little whore she was, claiming that shed slept with every guy on the football team, he could only suit there and look unto her with a look of contempt. So he decided that if she would be allowed to act how she continued to and not even have the decency to look him in the eye then he would do just the same, and so he fell back into his old ways. Three weeks of partying and sex, drinking and drugs, and now here he sat. Teenage girls laid about him like pieces like pieces of trash pouring from a knocked over can. Bottles of beer and assorted hard liquor were scattered everywhere. He couldn't even remember where he was our who any of these people were, only that one of the assorted girls passed out had treated to give him a little bit of head but had only succeeded in throwing up her lunch on his pants. Finishing his last swig of rum he gazed back into the mirror, the bloodshot eyes that held his two pools of deep brown crap, the ones that she had always been so fond of. A thud at the door was followed by a deep voice bellowing "police open up!", but he was both too stoned and too drunk to care. Another thud began to stir those sleeping. Drifting of yet again he walked over to the balcony and with the sun just rising over the building opposite and the cops still banging on the door he continued to walk straight over the railing and down the thirty floors to the pavement below.
