Victory Lap

They kicked me out around 2 am after I stole the bartenders funnel thing and invented what was probably the stupidest drinking game ever. Too be fair, that day had been a flood of bad news, and I was convinced I needed every drop of alcohol I could get my hands on to drown my sorrows. By the closing time, I was beyond cloud nine. I then decided it would be a good idea to make the bouncer chase me round the bar to the tune of Yankee-doodle-dandee as I "made it rain" with the spare change in my pockets.

I was exiled in disgrace with a shower of insults following me out onto the doorstep where I was unceremoniously planted on my ass without warning. I went out into the night swinging, ready to take the whole city by storm.

I woke some time later after (apparently) falling asleep at the metro station. The noise of the train hit me like thunder and reverberated inside my skull which was just beginning to feel the unfortunate side affects of drinking so heavily. I might have stayed there waiting to throw up, but I had a train to catch. I hopped on to the last car just as the doors were closing.

There was only one other person there; a young woman of Asian descent. I saw her hesitate trying to determine if I was a threat or not, clearly about to bolt. I gave a tight smile, nodded, and then determinedly avoided eye contact. Might have been drunk as a skunk, but I wasn't a weirdo. We scattered to either end of the car, and did our best to politely ignore each other.

At home, no job, no food, but one warm bed and running water. I've had worse nights.