'I have what doctor's and enthusiasts describe as a drinking problem,'

I proclaimed as I topped off my coffee with a splash of Jameson.

She gave me a look,
one of those
'what the fuck did he just say?'
type of looks.

I winked.

we watched 'natural born killers'
and i rambled on about
life
love
lust

she wandered off into space,

not paying attention to a word out of my mouth.

i talked of air travel
and noted how it is now cheaper to fly than to drive
unless you make a habit of drinking in the airport.

she didn't quite understand.

I talked of politics,
how I didn't agree with the two party system
but didnt want another legacy, a mason, occupying the office.

she didn't quite undeerstand.

I turned up the volume on the plasma television
and guzzled my coffee.

we took the motorcycle for a ride to Henry's Tacos
and lay in in the park
sharing stories of childhood and
trying to lose ourselves in the sun.

I popped a wheely and she
licked my neck.

I nearly wrecked.

We made it home in time for the basketball game
of the college that i flunked out of.
(but still wear the colors on my sleeve)

she didn't quite understand.

I drank beer as she made me pasta,
we laughed and dreamed of
a normal, sophisticated relationship.

maybe in another life
maybe in a different time

she said goodbye and kissed me on the cheek,
said i should call her in a week.

I said I would, but,

'I have what doctors and enthusiasts describe as a drinking problem'

03/23/2008

Posted on 03/23/2008
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