So summer has been super busy so far, and I haven’t been able to get the new mystorieswithmusic post ready yet, although a new song is almost done. It just needs a little tweaking and the story is ready in my head.. I just need to find time to write it down 😉 So I thought I would post and old story and take you to a different kind of Wonderland …
“What you doing?”
“Nothing,” I don’t even turn around to look at him.
“Are you drinking again?”
Of course I am. I don’t really get why he asks me. The glass is clearly standing next to me. Filled with alcohol. What more does he need.
“I’m not drinking, you’re obviously hallucinating.”
I’ve become a mean drunk. That is what has happened. Nothing more. A mean drunk. Stupidass drunk.
“Of course I’m okay,” he needs to mind his own business, needs to get a life of his own that is what fucking needs to happen. “Can I have some privacy, please,” I say turning towards him.
He doesn’t leave though. Just stands there in the door. Looking at me. I don’t care. He can look at me all he wants. I don’t give a shit about him or anybody else for that matter. I drink…
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