I was supposed to work tonight, but I didn’t go. Jerry showed up with a thirty rack and some blow. He told me that we had to get fucked up, and that I had my whole life to work. I said “ok.” And then we each did a couple of lines and shotgunned a couple of beers. Now I’m here. Slouched in my couch and too shitfaced to move. Guess I’ll probably get fired. Fuck it. This was worth it. And I have my whole life to work.

“Alright, dude.” Jerry stands up from the couch. “I gotta go. Gotta get some sleep before work in the morning.”

“Whurthefug,” I say.

Jerry walks out of the door. “See ya, Lou.”

I look down at myself: spilt beer on my shirt. An empty in my hand. There’s a commercial playing on the TV for some rehab facility on an island. I laugh and reach into the case and find one last can.

“Worth it.”

Published by lou rasmus

Lou Rasmus is an independent author from Chicago, IL. His works are largely focused on exploring the meaning of life – or lack thereof – while the themes of love, relationships, and self-loathing are also central to many of his stories. His upcoming novel, Primrose Isle, will be his third self-published title. Grapefruit Juice, a collection of bitter poems and short stories, and DEAD RED FISH, his semi-autobiographical debut novel about a young man coming to age on a road trip with his childhood friends, are also available on Amazon.

26 thoughts on “Choices

  1. Sounds like a productive night at church.
    Oh, and thanks so much for giving Jerry my cell number.
    He sexted me a bunch of photos…
    But that’s OK, I forwarded them to his mom.
    Now what’s she going to do with all those dick pics?
    Have a great day Lou.

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