I awoke at 3:30am, in Washington Square
Stale with the taste of vomit, and vomit caked on my lips
My shirt was off
I was under a tree
I arose
Covered my bare chest
and walked to the street
Waved to the first cabbie I saw
offered him my last twenty bucks for the long drive
His name was Kahill
He had me sit in the front
Crackhead was in the back
Hollering and eventually trying to sell me coke
We dropped him off
Away we were
The therapy session started by 76
"Thats dangerous, man "
"People get hurt, man"
Ok Kahill, ok
Walked into the house
roommates asleep, as stones
Realized I had lost my car keys
Work in the morning, I thought, but no keys I thought, nothing but a lonely crazed drunken soul, I thought
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