February 2nd, 2005
Gin blues + Rum Diary
I was on the way to class yesterday when I caught up with a booksale along the college corridor. Easily browsing through the pocketbooks, I found that there were too many Tom Clancy books around. Pisses me off, that's what. Anyway, good thing I found another pile of books and found Hunter Thompson's Rum Diary.
I began to pour the gin onto my glass for the nth time and started feeling a little off-balance. I was on the 17th page and suddenly the words jumped off the pages like popcorns on a heated pan. The gin began to work from my stomach to my head. Phrases like Puerto Rican, The Daily and "feel sorry for myself" made round-abouts in the room.
I did not notice when those words actually became alive. But I started seeing a jungle emerge from the living room. There was a loud bang. I saw four people arguing over game of cards. The dizzy feeling came over me again and I can't remember anything after that.
I began to pour the gin onto my glass for the nth time and started feeling a little off-balance. I was on the 17th page and suddenly the words jumped off the pages like popcorns on a heated pan. The gin began to work from my stomach to my head. Phrases like Puerto Rican, The Daily and "feel sorry for myself" made round-abouts in the room.
I did not notice when those words actually became alive. But I started seeing a jungle emerge from the living room. There was a loud bang. I saw four people arguing over game of cards. The dizzy feeling came over me again and I can't remember anything after that.
Posted by a_vulva_attacks at 05:24 PM | Pack a punch
