Friday night, and
I'm in a grunge/FLCL kind of mood. I want to get drunk, so I head out to
Walmart to buy some booze. I don't have a car and it's a long walk
down College Ave, but I'm trying to
lose weight, so it's good exercise. I'm listening to FLCL OST 3 the whole walk. The
sidewalk's poorly lit, like always. When I finally get there, I
decide I don't want beer, because again, I'm trying to lose weight.
Instead, I go for a bottle of Jack, because I know you can drink that
straight without much resistance from your tongue. I have no shot
glasses, so I buy a 4 pack of those
too. I walk up to the register with only these two items. The cashier
doesn't seem disappointed or sorry for me, though, in fact she smiles
at me and says she's using Jack to take care of her cold. Socorro's
small, everyone's catching it. I begin the walk back.
Let me tell ya, when
you're walking home with groceries in hand down a sparsely lit
sidewalk, you feel pretty fuckin' anime. When I do these runs, I
always think I should have
a leek in my bag. Tonight, it's just whiskey and shot glasses. So
while I'm walking back on College, with a car going by every 30
seconds or so, I decide I want to be bad. I want to fucking live. I'm
tired of being such a fucking nerd who plays it safe and stays in his
room all the time. I decide I'm just gonna open the bottle and drink
it right on the sidewalk. Yeah, I realize this isn't the crime of the century
or anything, but it still makes me feel like a badass. I wait for the street to be
clear, unwrapping the cap with the bottle still in the bag. Can they
tell I'm about to do something illegal? They probably don't give a
shit. Finally, when no one's around, I open the bottle and hold it to
my face. I hesitate for a second, but my mind's made up. I take a
sip. It feels good. As the chorus of Beautiful Morning With You
starts, I can feel the warmth of the alcohol go down my throat and
into my stomach. I can feel myself changing a little bit as a person.
Edit: It seems like this was categorized under "satire" in the Paydirt, even though I never meant it to be satirical. I guess they don't have a general creative writing section, so they just stuck it there.
