Friday night five o'clock has come.  I hit the store. A fifth of rum and cokes are down before I hit the bar.

I stumble into 10th St. for three shots. I am a drunken orgy of stupidity, but I don't care.

Then I go to Neurolux, when I know I’m out of luck. But, I will not remember it at all.

I drink until I'm 86ed, but I am not done getting ripped. At home, again, I drink until I fall.

 

Get shit faced!

 

I wake up with my pride in stitches. Where the hell are all the bitches? Still I feel the bugs from my D.Ts.

I crack a beer and light a smoke. The hairy dog is hell. I choke it down with force of will and an Aleve.

I'm still drunk from last night. I Might as well stay drunk for tonight. What will go first, my liver or my lungs?

Put on my shades and beater, and throw up on my friends blue heeler. Then I drink some more because I am young.

 

Get Shit faced!

 

I might as well just keep drinking. What the hell-fire am I thinking? I don't care, I'll have another round. I Burn the wick at both ends, while I make love to my liquid friend, and soon I will be face first on the ground. I wake up in a pool of my own filth. I finally banged that milf, but I passed out before I got off rocks. Now I better dry out, for a couple days at least. My bloody ulcer made me puke up on my socks.

 

Get shit faced!