Your alarm clock won't do its job
for another twenty-two minutes,
but you are already awake.
You try to pull the sheets over your head
to shield yourself from the bright afternoon sun
shining through the nicotine-stained slats
of your shitty window blinds.
But even that doesn't work.
It’s 2:38
and there is only a vague recollection
of details from last night.
But the details aren’t important;
it will be the same tonight
as it was the night before.

Colin Deal spends his free time exploring the bar culture of cities throughout North America and believes the unique culture of any region in the world can be discovered over a few drinks with the locals. His drunken musings can be found on Twitter @dear_booze
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