So there I was

Outside of the western brown line, holding up a trash bin cover with one hand, as I puked half a bagel and some iced tea into the bin. A fat well dressed couple passed by, their beady eyes darting away from me as the lesson of the previous night was once again punctuated by coughing up something that looked like oatmeal. I think it was the iced tea that threw me over the edge. I was dealing with squelching heat and sun that glared like an angry deity rather well up to that point. Minutes earlier I was winning, I wasn't going to puke, I was going to get a bagle and some iced tea, I was a respectable person; despite the fact that I was still drunk from the night before. Moments after drinking that tea the facade of being a functional member of society crumbled like a house of cards built on a jackhammer. I'm pretty sure I was the most disturbing scene that the couple saw all day; dressed totally in black, black jeans, a black t shirt with a black and white print of werewolves congregating in preparation for bizarre heathen rituals outside of a forest; black sneakers, the shiny parts glinting like insects chitin; arms spotted with angry bruises, a few bright rust colored scratches; hair disheveled, but not in that intentional dishevelment all the kids look, the hardcore, having to comb your hair with your hands in a starbucks bathroom level of dishevelment; hands streaked with black (grease from helping a friend with their car earlier in the morning). They: pastel and khaki, carrying cloth totebags, matching sandals, their stroll a bit faster now. I went to 711 and bought a gatorade and a pack of gum. Then I walked over to the park and found a bench in the shade where I laid down on, wishing I had my backpack with me, because while I didn't mind the hardness of the bench it bothered me not to have somewhere to rest my head. (my friend who dropped me off around the area earlier was surprised I didn't have it with me) I sipped gatorade, rapturously watching the blue sky. A band played psychedelic rock from the gazebo. I thought, "Today would be a good day to take some acid." Eventually, after I finished the gatorade, I took a nap. I slept through church bells and traffic snarls and more music without dreaming. When I woke up I decided that taking acid would have been a terrible idea, even if I did access to some. I learned: never mix tequila and whiskey in the same night. I told someone that later, someone older, they said, "You're an adult, you should know these things by now." "Well, there's a lot I don't know." I tipped my beer toward him and took a drink.