Get Another Bucket, Fuck It

I needed to get out of the house. I was dealing with a hangover from hell that insisted I stay in bed, and no it wasn’t mine. I tried my best to not let it get the best of me, if at all costs, I considered myself more than patient. Hours passed away, and my boredom started to strike heavy. It was selfish really on both parts, and in my defense one side was unhealthy.
My brother Kiki was the first on my text messaging list. ” Please tell me you’re bored and you want to do something tonight”. He was on his way to pick up his girl Taimane, and suggested for me to be ready on his way back uptown. Like I needed any convincing.
I craved mozzarella sticks more than Chris lusted over those beers. “Let’s get another bucket, fuck it”. After the third one and splitting ourselves in all kind of ways that teams could be split, it was a good night.
Though I only won a single round of pool, all I needed was to get out of the house, be around people who made me laugh and you know…. chomp down on some cheese sticks.