I woke up on my friends Brad & Clarissa's couch for the first time in weeks, covered in last night's bar glaze and wondering, as usual, where the fuck I was.
Clarissa was walking around; to my blinded eyes, she was little more than a wraith in the sunlight, faceless and formless in spite of the clarity of her voice. We'd walked back to the apartment last night after work, money in pocket, inching through the tiny world whose detail I'm only now beginning to appreciate. The rest of the night is a blur, really, of Brad arriving sober and quiet and Rachel right behind him. I'd been working since eight AM and, at that point, consciousness was laughable, so I snapped one look at my phone before falling asleep.
No, Clarissa was walking around, Rachel was in another room and I could feel them, but not really see them, and I was comfortable again. After Rachel left, Clarissa put Tom Waits' Alice into the CD player and we sat and enjoyed the morning a bit, talking about the comfortable kind of nothing you can talk about with unassuming people.
I have a million things to do today, I'm certain.
Clarissa was walking around; to my blinded eyes, she was little more than a wraith in the sunlight, faceless and formless in spite of the clarity of her voice. We'd walked back to the apartment last night after work, money in pocket, inching through the tiny world whose detail I'm only now beginning to appreciate. The rest of the night is a blur, really, of Brad arriving sober and quiet and Rachel right behind him. I'd been working since eight AM and, at that point, consciousness was laughable, so I snapped one look at my phone before falling asleep.
No, Clarissa was walking around, Rachel was in another room and I could feel them, but not really see them, and I was comfortable again. After Rachel left, Clarissa put Tom Waits' Alice into the CD player and we sat and enjoyed the morning a bit, talking about the comfortable kind of nothing you can talk about with unassuming people.
I have a million things to do today, I'm certain.