Oblivion

The Morning After, pt. 1:


The rooftop party thumped on long into the night.

He remembered the first couple of beers. And the margarita. Maybe a tequila shot or four. After that it got kind of hazy.

Thump.

Some girl with yellow fingernails wrapped around a guiness. Or black fingernails around a corona. Belgium? What was it about Belgium?

Thump.

He couldn't be sure. All he was really aware of after a while was the thump, thump, thumping of the DJ driving that rap music thumping straight down into the center of his brain - thump, thumpp, thumppping of the claw-hammer-disc player striking the jagged notes home.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

The world spun, all smiles and laughter and wet neon darkness, thumping slowly into oblivion as he raced it down the side of another martini glass, in the hopes of arriving there first.



To be continued....