God, I woke up this morning and my throat was killing me. The hell did I do to myself last night?
I remember drinking. And yelling. Pissing in the tub.
"Lemme get some more
"No, lie down."
"No, I wannit."
"But I'm thirsty!
"I'll get you some 7-Up
. Lie down."
"No, I want the Seagrams
. It's right there in that cup. I can see it. In the bottle. The brown one."
"Anthony, I poured it down the drain."
"No, Richard, you wouldn't do that to whiskey!"
Ugh, god. I remember laughing at everything
but mostly myself. I remember falling, hard, onto my face, and thinking it was hilarious.
Damn, and I remember her telling me she knew, and she always knew, and she's sorry. And she's my best friend
and she loves me. But not the way I want her to. But she does love me, and when I'm sober we'll talk about it, okay?
And I remember sobbing, just sobbing into her lap.