We were playing a drinking game in my basement. Drunk-but not entirely on alcohol-clutching each others hands in the most platonic way possible. As the game went around in circles the beers went down, until we were giggling and falling sideways.
I got sweaty and disgusting and it didn’t matter back then, fingers pointed with every word. A weekly release. I was unremarkable in the best way possible.
You were an unreachable thrill with an aim screen name, someone to talk to during bouts of insomnia. Someone to test out my new found, late teenage flirting skills with, a guinea pig.
The one I never thought, indeed. Kind of cute with just a touch of someone who never really grew up entirely. Hot in pursuit.
The time where everything was grey and could have been fixed.
A shot of Jack Daniels and somewhere to go when I needed it the most.
A rockstar. A bar. An issue. A failure. A telephone. A drink.
Life can shock you in the best and worst ways.