Another shitty day in paradise

First day where I begin to sober up again. Yesterday was all recovery. After a week of continuous drinking, I had sat having a glass of red wine (donated by my friend Robin) when it hit. The dizziness and wrenching body spasms of sickness when your body starts to reject the alcohol. There I am again leaning over the porcelain goddess again... wow it seems like ages ago old friend. And... nothing. I tried again... nothing. Wait a minute, when was the last time I ate? A day ago, a day and a half? I sunk down and laid on the bathroom floor staring at the crumbling sealing listening to the rats crawling between the floors. And the drainage pipes below. Smelling like piss and booze. You feel like ooze, wanting to flow down there just about now. Not again, forgetting to eat. Forgetting to sleep. Why is it that I feel the most human here, when my mucus covered fingers have nothing better to do than force myself to regurgitate.


Somehow, it felt like writing essays in college. So I laid their scribbling on the ceiling. You never know what you can get from a good dry hangover.