Party
Since I got sober, going to parties isn’t as fun. Not that I partied much. I mostly just drank at home. I used to think that peer pressure, especially at pirates, was a thing of youth. I have learned better. Even in their 50s and 60s, people can really apply the peer pressure to try to make others drink. So, I always make sure I have a Red Solo cup full of diet soda, a non-alcoholic beer or wine, or some other drink in my hand that can pass for alcohol.
The Madlib of an Addict
I spend most of my nights willing myself on a flight back in time that will never happen
So much went wrong
My soul longs for your light as my heart reaches for darkness
I surround my vulnerable parts with hardness while a hunger to soften toward you
Forever posits an oath that may not ever emerge
We haunt the past. We’re addicted to the past.
Contradiction
Walking Sunny
Even when I moved away to grad school, I was the only family member to ever walk the dog. One afternoon before work, when I had not even a moment to spare, Sunny saw a cat. She charged in the direction of the orange and white feline so hard and fast, I thought the snapping and ripping sound was my shoulder separating from my body. Luckily, it was only the retractable leash breaking. Even luckier, the chase left me only five minutes late to work at the Souplantatation.
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