rain

Fucking rain. I mean, I probably deserved it, but fucking still.

I went in the hall because the door was open. I'm not sure what I expected, but when I saw the food I went all in. Can't say I turned down the alcohol either. Scotch is, was, always will be my best friend.

So yeah, I got blitzed. Snockered. And apparantly, I got fun. Didn't matter that my heart was smashed, I was drunk and at a wedding of who-knows-the-fuck-who and it was a party. I remember taking the mic at some point, but fucking lord I have no idea what I said.

All I know now, a fucking month later, is that I got a picture of a wedding party in the mail. And I'm fucking in it. Nice, really. Good to know I'm part of a happy life, somewhere. I'll always be a fucking story. Couldn't ask for anything more.

Still, fucking rain.