i was looking around the room for a familiar face, but my head was swirling. noses and eyes and chins were hazy, as if my view was painted by Cézanne.
the poetic appeal of bathroom graffiti is more evident when i’ve had a few rum and cokes. what am i doing here? sitting in the stall, analyzing the backs of my hands, echos of high heels and vomiting girls. suddenly snap out of the temporary coma i’m in when i hear our song: Times Blue – Lil B.
when was i the happiest? i tried to recall as i danced around and weaved through strangers holding their drinks. my most recent memory was downloading Lil B albums as they came out on DatPiff, biking to the convenience store for a slushie at midnight. nothing but me and God’s Father. i want to go back to that, but i don’t know how. i press the ice cold Stella to my head and try to disappear into the crowd.