this morning #329.

this morning, weepy as he was, he somehow still managed to smile about the way that the tears were making last night’s makeup run down his face into a dark, snoopy-shaped pool on the bedsheets. in all last night’s late night drunken drama, he had forgotten to wash it off before passing out. the evening had begun innocently enough, with a small dinner party at his colleague’s condo. introductions. wine. conversation. wine. introspection. wine. a quick pre-dinner joint with the head of HR. apprehension. dinner & wine. a quick succession of hallway advances on the head of HR. rejection. repudiation. he’d likely lose his job. retaliation. depression. much more wine.