#marlene03

Drunk. That's how he was going to get through all of this. Drunk off of his rocker. And as he stumbled back towards his place, he noticed himself going somewhere very different. Somewhere entirely not on the map but he still felt like he needed to be there. Whoever would answer would either be one of his two favorite girls. But he was sure that at least one would be home. Or that he would probably pass out outside if one of them wasn't but it was still the only place his drunken mind could rationalize at this current moment and time.

Once he was at the door, he slapped his hand against the wood once... then twice.... And then he was sliding down the door and sighed as he leaned against it before tears ran over again. Before he felt nothing but agonizing pain in the middle of his chest, again. The bottle tilted up, then back and more whiskey poured down his throat. He didn't want sympathy. He just wanted a bed that felt safe. That felt warm. Something that felt close to home.