What was I thinking?
Tequilla for shits and giggles. Cup after cup of red, red wine. Then *tea, then a hot tub then whoa I can’t get my eyes to focus and my lips are my numb face dripping.
Jesus. I stand naked in the rain on a deck of a house that is not mine. I fall into yawning cataract of vertigo and drop to my knees.
A rush of dizziness like my head is falling down a Wisconsin wishing well, turning turning over over. 20 minutes like 20 years. So weak I realize with shame that shrinks into despair that I will have to wake my wife to walk me inside.
She makes a bed for me next to the toilet.
Today a greasy burger and gallons of coffee.
Last time I did that was my bachelor party, damn near five years ago.
sputter shake clutch grimace drool heave cough spit slur rock rack shake shame