all i can freaking remember is

having way too many shots and bourbon coke
then getting saved by a friend from a touchy man

then puking my entire guts out
on the grass


the cab ride home seemed damn long
if i remember correctly
no one left sober
a night to remember definitely
the pavemen and grasspatches around liquid
is filled with puke
AND MINE.

goodnight.
my tummy's churning. i still need to puke