Booze, Broads & Bullets...
Friday, Feb. 22, 2002 19:57
my chest feels like someone hit it with a wrecking ball. Smoked too much again.
felt a little sleepy around 4, or 5. Stretched out in front of the TV.
...
woke up with a start to the jingle jingle of my telephone around quarter to 8.
I didn't answer. Instead I got up and went into the bathroom. I flipped on the light and looked at myself in the mirror.
...just checking.
Went back out to the living room and checked the caller ID. It was D, as I thought. Erase the voice mail and call him back.
"Hey."
"Yo."
"What are you doin?"
"Just got home."
"Cool. I'll be over in a few."
"Ok, hey- think you can pick up a 6 pack?"
"Sure. PBR?"
"Yeah."
"Alright. see ya."
"Ok."
So I get in the shower, wash off the sleepiness, and throw the same clothes back on. I tuck my .45 into the waist of my pants and toss on my coat.
It's gonna be another long night, probably. Alcohol and long nights are a common formula for the common boredom of a back-alley friday night in this city.
There's one thing for sure, I gotta head out there. It's never pretty, it's just a matter of whether or not you dodge the bullet one more night...
last five:
A Winter Letter - Wednesday, Nov. 28, 2007
almost but not quite - Wednesday, Mar. 22, 2006
rural times, blue skies. it feels so warm over my hair - Wednesday, Jun. 01, 2005
smiles and gone - Monday, Feb. 07, 2005
I caught my love in North Carolina - Monday, Nov. 29, 2004