My Dream Shower
I guess I’m the sensitive one of the group. We’re walking down another wide city street, and I want to abandon them. They go from bar to bar, then house party to house party, and I’m just too torn up, or maybe my body is exhausted, or I’m not eating right. I’ve drunk so much that Jake has taken it upon himself to lead me by the hand as the five or six others in the group charge ahead of us. So I can’t break away—not yet. In a moment I will. In many ways, my life is a dream right now, as I live...