I knew it was my night before the sun went down. Pour my medicine & forget the future in the process.

Meanwhile the girl next to me has her arm wrapped around mines, texting her boyfriend reassuring him that she's doing no wrong & that she "loves him too". The girl to the left of me is an actress/model, but in this setting none of us have any titles. We're just beings, letting our subconscious take full control.

I took two shots of Jack when I first walked in the door & accidentally chased it with a cup of vodka thinking it was water. You know how that shit goes. My buddy gave me a capsule filled with God knows what & right after that I dabbled with the devil.

That was the last thing my brain decided to record.

This is the shit I live for, cruising on autopilot, flowing in & out conversation. My courage is at an all time high. The room isn't filled with smoke, we're just on Cloud 9.

Spilled drinks, good music & bad cigarette breathe. Followed by cocaine snot rockets.

Sitting here thinking about the shit that I'm about to forget. I would shotgun a beer, but I'd rather Ak-47 shots of Fireball so I can get to my destination quicker. Tonight I have a crush on about 5 girls & it'll all work out as long as I don't get their names mixed up. Take a stab at it, you never know what she'll say. & at the end of the day you can always blame it on being too drunk.

Now I see why they call it blacked out. I'm in pitch black outer space & every person I run into is a star, planet or comet. Soon you'll have that mental tug-a-war between returning back to reality or wait, this actually might just be reality. It all depends on how the story's told.

Shawn & Damon grabbed some rocks off the moon & forced me to parachute down with them. Sweat dripping, bug eyed freaks. All lust will soon turn into love.

Too bad I won't remember a thing.