Thirteen drinks later
and suddenly
it’s Saturday.
It was Friday
the last time I checked.
But now its Saturday.
That’s ok.
At least I have some idea
of what’s going on.
But this hangover keeps
kicking me in the skull.
Like a boot against a door.
Fuck.
I need to get to
the liquor store
and start over.
I’ll see you on Sunday.
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