The Logic of Drunkards

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We got drunk at the Beach Chalet.

I was taking a piss in the men’s restroom alone. Architecture of old decor, and dark lighting… as I had thoughts while I looked down at my weewee. I felt that a presence of a headless old woman was walking on the walls above me. I looked up, she was not there. I saw my reflection in the mirror that was as wide as 3/4’s of the room as I washed my hands. She was still not there. I believed she was still crawling above…

BigMike and I stumbled, buzzed out of our minds, towards the ocean. Pitch dark, as we inched towards the sound of ocean waves, I turned to him and said,”Where the fuck are we going?”

BigMike turns to me and said,”I don’t know, I’m following you.”

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