Sometimes all you get is one line.
I could be friends with someone for decades, and have only one sentence of reference that sticks out more than the others. It could be a sad or happy line, and by no means sum up what my interaction with that human was like. Either way, by means of catching up, I am going to fill the next few posts with "one lines."
When I woke up he was going at me with his forearm pinned at my neck. His sorry at the time was that he didn't know I had fallen asleep. There is more to that part, but I'll spare the details. As I am trying to reason with the reality, I feel my horizon shift, and the vodka my 20 year old body had been consuming all night urging to get out.
I crawl to the bathroom, naked as he left me.
My stomach lets it out into his toilet and he doesn't hold my hair. He instead smokes a cigarette, his red pudgy body leaning smoothly in the doorway.
He takes a drag as I look up. Corner of my mouth crusted. Kyle smiles down at me and says,
"You look sexy like that."
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