And then there were the epic nights of drinking

The old english forty ounces the
plastic pitchers of cheap brew the piss
and water
and the college
boys
and then there was the fake ID the hip hop clubs
Storyville the Cafe smoking joints with the
rastafarian men at Nickies BBQ the sangria
the fruit the dancing the
purple Buick
century
and then there was San Francisco and the
Castro and a job and a bar
the whiskey the jacks the johnneys the glitter
the gays the hey baby kiss
kiss scenster scene and the first names of half
the barkeeps on the south side
There was the cool as fuck the
party people the
shut the door
open a bottle
get to know you
kind of crowd
and there was alone time
there was the wine dance - the kitchen to couch
repitition there was an empty fridge but a
full recycling bin there was
manhatten after manhatten at the Lucky 13 to
celebrate me celebrate Thursday
celebrate another birthday I don’t
remember- Sure! The blackout falldown episodes
showed up at my parties but who didn’t?
These were epic nights
honey
reasons to toast and open my throat release the
tight skin around my eyes and
even after the floor started to open up
and after my dead weight on the bathroom
floor my mother screeching into my rolled
back eyes and even then
i lean against the splintered door frame
and invite you inside
i’m the host of this motherfucking epic party
man so c’mon in
have a drink
and save some of the dark stuff
at the bottom
for me