Man

“Let me in the house, I know you’re in there.”

I’m something between drunk and insane, and I know how I’m coming off. Body swaying side to side, I can feel my tongue come out of my mouth and dangle out into the night air as I breathe heavy. My eyes must be open wide.

This is my house. My parents are home. They’re drinking themselves or watching a movie or something, it’s not late enough to sleep. Only 11pm. Only.

Knock. Knock, knock, knock. I yell out again, “Let’s go, open up!” I kick the door once and move back my hair. I’m laughing, I’m hysterical. I’m drunk.

I see a doorbell. It’s just the right of the door, and I analyze it. Wait a minute. There’s a doorbell.

Wait a minute.

I knock again.

My house doesn’t have a doorknob. Ugh. I spit on the welcome mat.

Damn it, mom. Damn it, dad. Open up.

It’s not my house.

I’m done. I quit. I walk on. Have to find my goddamn house.

The house next door looks like mine. Maybe.