"Chuck, what the hell?"
Bonnie had stumbled across me,
worry in her eyes.
all i could do was laugh as my liver died within me.

a swig of vodka straight out the bottle and a puff of my cigarette.
she must've been staring at the purpling bruise on my left cheek
or the blood that was spilling from my knuckles.

i wasn't drunk.
i'd only had a couple swigs
but the idea that she cared made me want to laugh.

"come on, why the hell are you out here?"
i was in the woods behind her house,
maybe the point of this was for her to find me.

i stood up, forgetting the pain in my side,
maybe if i played drunk, i could deny it if all went wrong,
i was going to tell her, i was going to tell her i like her.

"Gap, I li-"
and that was when i crashed.