"I fucking love whiskey."
Too many words sprang to mind, I left, lopsided and broken from the table. My hands were sticky from spilt drink and my head span with whiskey. I couldn't focus as I stumbled down the corridor, bouncing between the walls and displacing the pictures hanging there. I made my way to the front door animatronically, not thinking, just moving. I fell through the frame as the door swung to the apex of it's hinges before snapping back on itself to seal me outside. Cold began to seep in to my clothes and I coughed sickly, expelling stale smoke from my lungs. I picked myself up to get moving, clasping the arms of my coat, pulling myself in to ward off cold, the stars swam above me dizzyingly, constalations erupting into motion picture. I could taste old whiskey in the back of my mouth and found time between my broken stumbling from street lamp to roadsign to stop and heave its taste from my throat.
"I fucking hate whiskey."
Too many words sprang to mind, I left, lopsided and broken from the table. My hands were sticky from spilt drink and my head span with whiskey. I couldn't focus as I stumbled down the corridor, bouncing between the walls and displacing the pictures hanging there. I made my way to the front door animatronically, not thinking, just moving. I fell through the frame as the door swung to the apex of it's hinges before snapping back on itself to seal me outside. Cold began to seep in to my clothes and I coughed sickly, expelling stale smoke from my lungs. I picked myself up to get moving, clasping the arms of my coat, pulling myself in to ward off cold, the stars swam above me dizzyingly, constalations erupting into motion picture. I could taste old whiskey in the back of my mouth and found time between my broken stumbling from street lamp to roadsign to stop and heave its taste from my throat.
"I fucking hate whiskey."
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