I miss the days when I had a smile on my face
He turned his head, and it felt like 5 seconds later it turned again. The tequila that bathed his brain held it aloft and that floating sensation was just the grey matter swimming inside his skull. Unbidden, his penis turned too and the last bit of his urine stream speckled the tree. If any of it splashed back onto him he did not notice, too busy sliding an easy smile on his face. "Oh heeeeeey. S'no problem my man." Iskra wiggled it once, twice, then reached down to grab his pants. "Whoops," he said under his breath as he fell forward, his shoulder checking into the tree. It worked, so he kept leaning on it, even as the bark bit into his skin. He hoisted his pants back up with lucky ease.
"Want some?" he offered the stranger as he lumbered back towards his sitting log and the half-empty bottle of liquor next to it. "It helps," he suggested, though he didn't say for what. Read: everything. At least, he certainly thought it did, because it was the one thing that quieted the roar in his heart that echoed in his head. It was the only thing that kept him from seeing and chasing ghosts every night. Each sip and they faded little by little until they were just a hum of ectoplasm in the background. "We all need help," he proffered.
The world was dark. Just as day always broke, so too could you rely on the night falling.
"Want some?" he offered the stranger as he lumbered back towards his sitting log and the half-empty bottle of liquor next to it. "It helps," he suggested, though he didn't say for what. Read: everything. At least, he certainly thought it did, because it was the one thing that quieted the roar in his heart that echoed in his head. It was the only thing that kept him from seeing and chasing ghosts every night. Each sip and they faded little by little until they were just a hum of ectoplasm in the background. "We all need help," he proffered.
The world was dark. Just as day always broke, so too could you rely on the night falling.
Iskra
