The Dream of a Lucky Man.

I need a drink.
Sweet alcohol,
I don't wanna think.
Make me forget all
Those hopes and dreams
Inside my head.
Cause my heart seems
To've overflowed instead.

More, I need more,
I'm about to sink.
So please, pour
Me another drink.

A little unclear
About what I’ll do,
I'm sitting here,
Not thinking of you.
I’m not going to think,
Then I won’t care.
One more drink,
For closure I swear.


That was the drink when he blacked out and stopped mumbling poor rhymes. That was the drink when he saw her gentle eyes looking deeply into his. That was also when he did everything he could to stop himself from throwing up on her. And she saw his face contort with the pain from an aching heart. For some reason that I personally can’t fathom, all women relate to pain(Premenstrual syndrome is the closest I’ve gotten to an explanation). That’s probably why she gently put her comforting hand on his arm. Now, every man looks out for an opportunity hit on a girl as much as he hopes to get laid after hitting on her. Although such men should consider certain details such as, if you’re drunk in a bar mumbling depressing nothings in rhyme you aren’t going to come off as the most charming guy. Luckily for him though, she wasn’t listening to a word he was saying(Partly because it would have been impossible to decipher). Instead she smiled to herself and thought, “He’s so damaged! I’m going fix him and he’ll love me forever for it.” Now, as much as a woman may deny it every single girl knows that the way to a man’s heart is through his pants. With one last winning smile she led him to her bed with a finger under his chin.
Now the thing about blackouts is that they make narrations a real pain in the ass. Either, you’re told an exaggerated account by a grinning friend, or you wake up from a hopefully beautiful dream, where the cutest thing you ever saw took you home and after a passionate night, for some strange reason threw your ass out into an ally with all your clothes on you, just as you’d worn them.
He dusted his shoulders as he got up and out of the ally. And as he trudged home he had a silent grin playing on his lips of a man who’d gotten lucky.