this morning #1672.
this morning, i was kinda fried. trying to dig my way out. after relying on jeff for dinner last night, i’d headed back home. impatiently waited for my paycheck to hit my bank account. refresh. refresh. at midnight, i was out the door & off to the ATM. withdrew a few twenties & headed to the bar. when i arrived, the place was half full. mostly randoms but there were a few folks there who i knew. said hello to them & grabbed a seat at the bar. that first sip of IPA tasted absolutely amazing. like safety. i’d made it. i promised myself that i wouldn’t let my account end up in the negative like that again. had a couple drinks to celebrate. closed the place down. passed out around 3am. somehow woke up on time.