Rampage Drunk and So Forth

Last night I was fucking hammered. I got home, but it was ugly.

It always is.

I’m seeing everything in triplicate and the carbon is staining the periphery. They used to use lead in carbon copies.  Then they fixed it, but lots of them were radioactive.

My cousins have a beautiful and fascinating counter top with one zoned Uvarovite crystal right around where my eggs were sitting. It’s a beauty and distracting. But it’s just a counter top. I pored over it for hours, like a crazy person.

My body is one big ball of hurt right now.  It’s all burning and aching and half used up.  I’m supposed to go out again tonight, but I may not.  It will be insisted upon.  And I will refuse. And it will be more insistently demanded. At some point I must think of my liver, about the size of a quarter and weighing thirty pounds at this point.