Genius

I spent two hours looking through our old messages together.
That was smart.
I didn’t even make it far.
Love could make a mountain seem a mouse.
Does that make sense?

I woke up in an apartment’s lobby on Sunday morning.
I couldn’t tell you how I got there,
but I could find it again if you asked me.
I don’t remember much about that night, which means
I made a fool of myself.
I always do.
I lost my phone, my headphones, my sweater, my sunglasses, and some merch I had picked up from a local con.
I truly am the worst.
I remember being standoffish with someone at the bar.
Who or why, I don’t know.
I might have been looking for a fight.
I might have been hoping they’d kill me.
I can be an obnoxious, dramatic, poetic asshole when i’m not careful

And I wasn’t careful.

I remember vomiting on my trek to the strange lobby, but where it happened is beyond me.
My throat was burning when I came to.
My friends seemed to be under the impression that I was getting myself a cab.
I probably lied to them.
There was a torn five dollar bill in my wallet.

Bravo, Shaun.
Congratulations.