Choices

[deathboy]

In the long and twisting adventure that is my time after midnight at home, on a friday evening, I faced a choice.

Having no alcohol to call my own and no cigarettes either, I was lacking a modifier.

The choices presented to me were wine and tequila and jack daniels.

The jack daniels would be just fine, but was a birthday present to liz from a close friend.

The wine I couldn't stomache, and would only make me fret.

So, then, I choose tequila.

And put it into cola.

Let's see where these merry-molecules will take me.

I'm feeling musical.



Noz, forgive me for what I have done.



You totally shouldn't leave your alcohol there.



Amen.