Burning through a licentious hangover, I stare through my cigar smoke and the world wavers. I can’t be quite sure whether the universe swayed ever so slightly or if my equilibrium is still off from a night of hard drinking. Over eight ounces of tequila and what seemed to be a gram of marijuana and I was lying in my bed, watching the room spin. My body was lusting, my mind fixating on lascivious exploits, but my bout of vertigo was making this desire unattainable at the time being. It’s hard to enjoy sex when your head is spinning and your stomach contents are lying in wait...1
I sit in the cool spring air sucking the heavy gray smoke up into my nostrils, fighting off a raging hunger. My stomach protests loudly. I finally give in and make my way back into my room, which has begun to accrue rather interesting artifacts from several different fast food establishments. I trod carefully around the piles of clothing, books, and half-eaten bowls of partially burnt popcorn. I finally unearth my wallet and am surprised to find six bucks in there. The funds are rapidly dwindling and I find myself in a state of apathy.2
With the crisp bills stowed in my jacket pocket I walk over to the corner store next to a tall, lanky figure wearing his all-black work uniform in which he had come over last night. I walked through the store, mumbling to myself, wondering what would fulfill my hunger. Hot dogs. Before I reached the counter I realized that I would surely be jonsing for some Cheeto’s (which have rather enticed my taste buds of late), so I purchased a bag. Excellent.3
The cool breeze stirred the leaves outside and a bird chirped somewhere in a nearby tree. Even though I was donning a winter coat and jeans, I felt the warm air was surely on its way, bringing life to this deadened earth and happiness to my seasonally depressed mind.4
The vertigo is gone now. The hunger has been calmed at least. And now I shall return to my comfortable refuge of blankets and pillows and read Hunter S. Thompson and eat Cheeto’s.
Author notes
I could have sworn lavicious was a word...
that is all. :]
Comments
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...I sorta kinda am going to marry you for this.
Fate dragged me to storywrite.. for like. the first time in weeks.. just after you commented.. and I saw this.
As a follower of.. THE MAN.. I simply had to read it.
A lurvely little tribute
Pure Gonzo, Baby
Ciao-<3

