shine on, shiner.

i don't remember much from last night.

i remember going to the bar with greasy food and cheap drinks,

and flirting with the bartender, because i find homophobia amusing.

there was something about starting a scooter, and a very illegal drive home.

i woke to find an empty bottle of something or another, a case of bud ice,

and shiner blonde.

i've always had a thing for blondes.

i can still taste the fast food i must've had,

and can feel what was probably a full pack of cigarettes in my chest.

i left myself another pack, a coke, and some aspirin on my windowsill.

i'm so considerate.

i'll make a note to apologize to my liver, later.

maybe once the pounding goes away.

i've never believed in god, but if there's one thing worth blessing,

it's college night.

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