Wasted
"What's your poison?" they'd say. You would always answer that it's vodka, and that it's actually an antidote. There was that party where you made a vodka and broccoli smoothie to prove your point. It tasted awful, but you finished it anyway.
The parties were endless, and the bottles were bottomless. No one could keep up with you. You were popular, charming, fun, invincible. Truly invincible.
Some of your friends started settling down, denying themselves their freedom, old before their time. Then more of them did the same, and no one wanted to go to the bars anymore. The only invitations were to engagement parties, baby showers, and christenings, and even they dried up eventually.
The alcohol itself didn't really affect you. Sure, the hangovers were harder to recover from, but you never had an issue with your health, physically.
Middle-aged, stagnant, unfulfilled. It's enough to drive someone to drink.
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I can't go anywhere without observing other vehicles' license plates. And before you ask, sorry ladies, I'm taken! Initially, my goal was to add and subtract the numbers on plates to get a number divisible by three, such as ’85' becoming twelve from eight plus five minus one. Best of all were combinations divisible by nine, but if that was only by multiplying by zero, I wouldn't be happy. ’725'? Evil. . . . After somehow not crashing into anyone, the letter combinations became the focus. Did the two letter words only ever found on a Scrabble board count? You bet they did! And using zeroes and ones for letters? Sure, I'd feel dirty afterwards, but if it was good enough for those with personalized plates, who am I to claim the moral high ground?
I emigrated to the US just over six months ago. A new world to explore. . . and I end up trying to spot plates from all of the states . . . so glad our layover was at Honolulu. . . . With only four states to go, I wonder if I can convince my wife to make Mount Rushmore our next vacation spot. At least that would take care of South Dakota. Actually, I won't do that. If I complete the list, I won't know what to look for next. I mean, I could actually go to places like Mount Rushmore to appreciate Mount Rushmore itself, but where would be the fun in that?
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Universal Certainty
You know the sun will rise tomorrow. She knows a way to beat the casino. Politicians know what the people want to hear. The experts know the job market will recover. I know I need to listen. He knows there's 72 virgins waiting for him. They know that there's no God. I know what I have to do. She knows what her boss actually meant. He knows a guy who knows a guy who knows the Vice President . My ex knows her new man is ‘the one’. I know I can't delay any longer. That bitch knows how to needle. Doctors know the drugs to push. John knows where you can get a good price for assault rifles. I know the voices aren't going to stop. Everyone knows too much. I know they're coming for me. They know where I live. I know I need to call John.