A party in the jungle heat,
he is sober,
Like always.
Just one drink...
Come on try it...
No.
One, please, do it with me
No
Don't be left out
No
Just one...?
...no...
One.
Capitulation First Sip.
Fruit juices of the jungle- strawberry sweet with that telling aftertaste
no regret.
Sip.
Gulp.
First cup finished
He is Tipsy.
Secnd cup finshed
He is Buzzed.
Pride, He has lost his inicense, He is growin' up.
The only limit is dere are none...
Three cups in and the sweet nektar is gane,
One half a Loko next – grawss.
The world tips.
One half a wutr botle goes very fastly - no flavor at all
The world blurs,
Cut to couch 3 am
He tiiirrrred, He fulll, He is full-on drunk.
For the first time in sixteen years, he is a wining-confused-inarticulate baby.
Pillow on his face to hide from the lights- not the shame- just the party that needs to be over
He wants sleep, but the spins keep him awake.
The rumors abound: "He assed out on the couch."- not true.
Alcohol fueled lie.
Alcohol distorts perception far worse than a few rumors can hope to encompass.
Alcohol turns your average teen into a
Thrill-seeking
Death-defying
Lady-killing
Frisky-living
Idiot.

Something about
That puffy, grey
Sky
Calls
Pulls me out
Until I spin
And jump
And shout
In the
Evening air
Something about
Those big, fat
Rain drops
Calls me to dance
Neath the soft, grey sky

Once you're unhappy
becoming happy again seems unlikely
it is hard to find joy
even when talking to a boy
it is hard to get yourself where you want to be
when you're so unhappy
sadness is an ugly disease
someone take the pain away, please
I try hard not to shed a single tear
I think I've found my biggest fear
as I lay in bed today
I plead, please take this unhappiness away