It was not a great Summer. The girl I was seeing decided to seek greener pastures and I fought with my buddy Dr. Radio about the way he ran his mobile DJ business. We had a verbal disagreement which ended with my quitting and stopped taking his phone calls. It was on the Friday of that week that I headed out to drown my sorrows at a well known and lively bar/ restaurant named the "Fast Break". There in the large back room...
Lonely:With his good hand, Tom raised his glass and drank deeply. Blergh! He thought, making a face. Raspberry Vodka. It was all they had. All he could find in the house, all the other drinks and alcohol being wasted on the mourners at Cheryl's wake. He'd found the raspberry vodka in Sue's room, stashed under her bed. He didn't know what had possessed him to check there, but a thought at the back of his head struck him wh...
I remember it was the year that I finally won the lawsuit that I had filed four years ago. It was a very sizable amount of money and to celebrate I quit my job. I then contacted my stunning model friend and asked if her numerous offers to visit and stay with her in Fort Lauderdale were still good, and they were. To this day there are still people that believe that we were having sex. No one wanted to believe that we were...
"Another one Sir?" The barkeep asked. "Please," the man replied, sliding his glass back over to the barman. "You seem in a good mood," the barkeep said, keeping the conversation going. It was two pm on a Tuesday afternoon and the place was empty, save for the happy man who kept sliding bills across the counter. "Let's just say," said the man, after a lengthy pause. "Things always work out in the end." He started laughing...
I'm one of those people who just loves science, and wants everybody else to love it too. Unfortunately, many of my friends are more interested in imbibing fermented fruit juices and hanging out in pubs. And thus, in an effort to meet them halfway, have fun, and still get to share some sciency tidbits without them wanting to kill me, we've devised...Science Cocktails!Named after scientific principles, these potent potions...
It’s Chris’s twenty-first birthday and the smell of alcohol fills the air as music plays through huge, booming speakers. They had rented out a whole club for the occasion, so it's empty except for the drunken cast members who slosh around wearily, grinning stupidly and only barely realizing that maybe, just maybe, they overdid it with the alcohol. The designated drivers have long since given up their post and have succumb...
Cigarette butts littering the bedroom and yard, I can see in your eyes the alcohol and drugs. No, I don't mean the legal stuff... I mean the stuff that will get you locked up for possession as soon as you turn eighteen. I mean the dangerous stuff. Those highs you love so much? The escape from reality? I hope you love them as much or more than your life, because they shorten, and sometimes take, it. Trust me, my older sist...
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October 31, Halloween night. The haunted house will be closing for the season, and what a season. The final night was another night of record breaking crowds. The Jaycees had taken a gamble and it had paid off. Now I was older than most of the other actors by a least a year or two, but my real world my experiences made me seem much older in their eyes. Most of them were still in senior high and some in Junior high, but th...
***I want to add something, as an edit, because it has been brought to my attention by a friend on here that this prose-poem could be taken badly. I do not mean, at all that people with manic depression (bipolar disorder) are bad people or should be held accountable for, or punished for, their actions while off meds. I realize it is not their fault. The child in this prose-poem, however, is in the five to ten age range (I...
"Just didn't drink enough to say you love me..." Evanescence, Lithium. He gets home, Staggering to the bedroom, Expects her laid out, Ready to please him. She is asleep, Laying on the bed, Escaped to dreams and hopeful happiness, The land of love. He shakes her, Sending her to a new dream, A nightmare of swinging fists, And angry, drunken words. She knows this place, It is the in-between, Between his hatred for her, And h...
"I knew I'd find you here. Taylor, you've got to learn to let go. It doesn't matter how many times you visit, she's not coming back.""Don't you know I know that, Kaley! God, you don't have to keep reminding me!" Taylor answered in an angered voice."Taylor, I am only trying to help.""Kaley, the only way you can help me is by digging her up, putting me in the casket with her, and burying me alive with her until I join her t...
Strawberries, My Lady,that's what you taste like tonightStrong, alcoholic strawberries.It makes me smile,you smell and taste differenteach time I drink of thee!Vodka: people think you taste...bland but strong,or like drain cleaner.Oh, how wrong they are!You're a complex Lady,My complex Ladyand I love to drink of thee.Straight, of course. No ice, either!Ice! What an abomination in spirits,especially spirits of your caliber...
I drink my Vodka straightOh, how I hateto see Her diluted,convoluted... Violated!Feel that burn!Let your tongue turn:Around and around,hear the soundof Her swirl aroundyour mouth, savourHer beautiful flavour,Make love to Herwith your mouth;let Her make love to youwith Her kiss,Her sweet, sweet beautiful kiss,I’ll never miss that kiss.That Lady knows a thing,or two, about seduction!What’s my deduction?Lady Vodka, you are.....
Spitting Scotch into the Clyde I am what ma da would call “bollock freezing”. Ma gonads haven't even dropped yet, so they must be like plain wee peanuts right now in this cold and dark. I'm also drunk – what else could this feeling be? I'm also really sad. I can't believe wee Barry's gone and left us. He was ma best friend in the world and now he's gone and left us. I take another swig of ma da's brutal-tasting fire-water...
