A Drunk’s Tale

I Write Her

It took amomentto light the cigarette. The wind seemed tofollowme whichever way I turned.

Noticing a random thread on my sleeve, I chose tosingeit off with the end of my butt. The other sleeve had even more of afringe. What a mess I was. Wishing I wasdry, I tried toforgetabout thestringon my sleeve. I began toforgeahead through this nasty weather, dreaming about hot coffee withsugar.

Alcohol had put me inchains.I wasfrantic,and I wassimplepretty much all of the time now.

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