Marriage Or Booze
as everyone I know is
getting married or settling down with
kids and whatnot, of course I
get asked why I don’t do
the same.
I usually just shrug, smile, and ignore the question.
no one wants to hear the truth; they think
they do, until it’s too late.
they think they want to hear my reasons for
not getting married, for not wanting a serious
relationship. until they hear my wherefores.
met the love of my life when
I was twenty. we drank bars
dry, we drained bottles of gin and bourbon
every night.
we smoked crack cocaine. we snorted blow, too.
we dropped acid. smoked pot.
we also smoked, inhaled, and eventually shot heroin.
it’s what killed her; the best and worst
fucking thing I’ve ever encountered: junk. it took her
away after she had an abortion, because we both knew we
were unfit to become parents.
she OD’ed. I survived. went cold turkey.
relapsed. cold turkey again.
continued drinking. and smoking ice. and rock.
and anything else I could find.
anything and everything that fed the insanity
residing in my soul.
until I quit everything but booze.
now that I’ve reached the age I’m supposed to
be settling down, and people ask me why I
don’t, I wonder if I should tell them the
truth or if I should just go back to
chasing dragons until the moronic
questions dissipate.
Horror Sleaze Trash 