Another pride passes. I saw exes. x's. The boyfriends of crossed out paths. I have pictures. I have memories. I have a head that is jumbled and clear right now.
Have I ever been so drunk that I completely chunked all over someone's bathroom? I don't think so. There was a party in Long Beach that I went to with Mark W. where I was drinking Absolut Citron and I passed out in the bathroom, but I don't think I actually made a mess. I must have been 23 or 24 at the time. I just sprayed the downstairs bathroom with disinfectant from a guests rolphing experience.
I need to collapse now. Work will be here sooner than I wish it.
Why?
Should I move?
The rain falls heavy now. I hear droplets on the outside seeping in.