Stone Age

Stone Age

all he had
was a little banana
nut bread. and a root
beer
float. and a portobello mushroom
pizza topped with a pazookie.

"on a scale of 1
to 1000, how do i
look? like a caveman?"
as compared to what?
"a regular
drunk person...

get this fucking pizza
away from me. i'm trying
to be serious right now."
like a caveman. take control
of the night. "okay, i'm taking

control of the night.
10:45, we're doing
it." i'm trying to be serious.
pazookie, pizza, root beer float.

"i want red velvet, but
you have to order for
me." why? "i can't
interact with people."
1 to 1000. "all i had
was root beer
pizza and pazookie,
don't let them...that's all i am
paying for." his head

perched on the edge
of the table, he lurched
back and took
a deep breath. "that's all
i'm paying for." the night
lingered, hung on.

"Okay. Who wants to take
him to the bathroom?"
already drying vomit
dripped onto his bare
leg and arm. "tell my mom
i'm sorry. i can't move.
walk me in." they knocked
on her unsuspecting door.
"come in.
come in.
come in.

come in."