Drinking to Forget

we finished off the wine,smoked another joint,then I went for the whiskey.she took some pills from her pursepopped them in,asked for water afterwards.I fell on the way to the kitchen.She asked if I could fuck her;”Another time, perhaps” i told her,”there’s still some booze,besides, you look too sad to fuck.”When the sun came up,the blood … Read moreDrinking to Forget

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