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Driving aimlessly through this little town, radio blasting, laughing at nothing, feeling alive, we discover how to be free.2
As the sunshine fades into purple shadows, our jubilance all but disappears. Desperate to hold on to our fleeing happiness, we find ourselves drinking together, alone. 3
"Is this normal?", you ask.4
Setting down my shot glass after downing my fifth shot, I turn to look at you and my vision blurs. Confused by your question, I ask you what you mean. 5
"Is it normal to drink away our youth? Nights of burning throats and growing accustomed to waking up hungover. Not remembering what or who we did, always being empty, grasping for something more, but feeling like your arms just aren't long enough to reach whatever it is you need? Is it normal?"6
For strength, I mix my second drink and state a little louder than necessary, "Who cares if it's normal? It's what we do. It's who we are. We drink to forget, we drink to remember. We drink to numb ourselves. We drink to feel. To feel like we're a part of this crazy world, to be different from everyone else. We are walking contradictions, and you ask me if it's normal? WE'RE not normal. 7
Mulling over my answer you scrape your shoe against the concrete and wipe away a tear of frustration. Sensing I might have been too harsh, I lament, "I wish we didn't have to drink. I wish we didn't need it. I wish I could make the world a better place for you to live in, but I can't. I can't do anything."8
Tears of my own now hitting the pavement, you stumble over and hug me tightly. Gasping for air, we decide to call it a night. 9
Climbing into my room via the window, the first rays of the morning sun highlighting our tear-streaked faces, we tumble into bed and begin to drift into the deep sleep of the intoxicated. 10
Turning towards me, you kiss me lightly on the lips, whispering, "Thank you." 11
"For what?" 12
"For everything, for nothing."13
"That doesn't make sense."14
"What can I say? I'm a walking contradiction." 15
"Smart ass." 16
Regaining some of our former lightheartedness, we laugh and settle down to sleep. 17
The world's not such a terrible place after all.18
Author notes
Most of this story is true, but I may have elaborated a wee bit.
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I really liked this, especially 4th and 5th section bit, very very well written. I might show this to some of my friends. The imagery in it is very good, well done, a truly fantastic piece of work! Keep writing xXx
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i have never been in this situation,but you have painted a picture so clear and vivid(despite the drinks hehe).i love it.
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I think it's the Prozac, my story is not that great, but thank you nonetheless.
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truly great
This is awesome. Truly, i don't know if it's cuz i accidently took two doses of prozac, but this story made me happy ^^ I really like it. The first line is really great. Authors don't get much better openings to stories than that. I love this so much ^^ it's SO going to be on my favorites.
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