Written by -M. Taggart
You’re Drunk. Fiction.
‘You don’t like this show because you’re drunk.’
‘It’s hard for me to watch. They talk about fucking and how they fuck and how the others fuck and how they might want to fuck all the others.’
‘No one says that. Everyone loves it and only you say that. See. You’re drunk. You sit on your drunk ass and just do that.’
‘I can’t talk to you when you’re drunk. Shut the fuck up.’
‘I may be drunk. I’m standing and I’m not yelling. I don’t want to watch your show. I won’t apologize. I think people who want to show themselves half naked to make money and then not work shouldn’t then judge everyone else.’
‘What do you know. You’re drunk. You go to hell and let me watch my show.’
Outside on the deck it was breezy and the night was brimming with life. The birds hand’t yet gone to nest and the outline of the oak trees could still be seen.
‘That’s right you fucking drunk. Go outside like a dog!’
The deck felt cool on his bare feet and he liked it. He watched a lightening bug appear and it made him smile. The noise from the TV was less now and he closed the door to make it leave all together. Another lightening bug lit and he sat down on the steps.
copyright 2017 -M. Taggart
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