The drink goes down like the last one, hot and anesthetizing. I think I’m now so drunk that I no longer care that she failed meet me for dinner as promised or that I know she’s out fucking some dimwit from work who she won’t be acknowledging in the morning.

I drop my head. I still remember and still care. The drinks fails to numb the sting. The bartender refills my poison of choice.

Expired, I don’t start when she touches me and dares to kiss me hello or helps me out to my car. I’m only like this with her.

 

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