this morning #979.

this morning, it was last call for alcohol & the bartender finally decided to kick us all out so he could get home before the sun came up. we all groaned but we all knew it was time. it had been time for quite some time already. a few of us had worn out our welcome. i peeled off two twenties from my stack. smacked them down on the bar. announced that my work was done here & waddled my way to the can one last time. next thing i knew, i awoke behind the wheel of my car. it was past noon & i hadn’t even left the parking lot. it’s a good thing. i’m grateful that my brain & body decided to work together for once & shut shit down. more than eight hours later, i’m still too drunk to drive home.