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Misfiring

Posted on December 28, 2006
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Gravity sucks when you’re drunk. It pulls you down when you really, really just want to fly and it is very, very strange when an entire family would like to fly. There’s a mother talking about changing the batteries in a wall clock that hasn’t been working for a month. The father is asking if we got his singing on video and there is a bride-to-be who is singing along to songs that aren’t playing on her Discman. I am about to play guitar and I’m not even sure if I’ll be able to unzip the case that carries it.

She’s as drunk as I am and she wants to kiss me even as the world swims round and round and I have to say that even as she tries to kiss my neck and tug at my hair in another attempt to arouse me, I am filled with a desire to giggle because I am extremely ticklish, made more so by the fact that nine tequila shots have me buzzing like a vibrator on an unsatisfactory night.

This is the life of a drunk. And she, has to pee.

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