Bap-Bap-Bar rap bap By George Gad Economou

 

the four bottles in my postman bag clanked and dragged

my shoulder down. I broke

Mencken’s rule of moderation and probably 

injured my leg and strained my back carrying 

the bare minimum required to survive the weekend:

two bottles of bourbon (Wild Turkey 81 and Four Roses), a bottle

of rum, a Beefeater, and a handful of six packs of beer and tonic; I could 

hardly lumber forth.

the thought of making it home prepared for

a couple of days of hard drinking and even harder writing 

pushed me forth. the moment I made it, I poured a

strong gin and tonic to reward my

body for not collapsing; I was huffing and

puffing

and

sweating buckets.

the second drink rejuvenated me, allowed me to

catch my breath.

the third drink helped me relax. the fourth

put me in the mood for some serious drinking. 

eleven drinks later, I was ready to conquer the world.

Currently residing in Greece, George Gad Economou holds a Master’s degree in Philosophy of Science and supports his writing by doing freelance jobs whenever he can get them. Has published a novella, Letters to S. (Storylandia) and a poetry collection, Bourbon Bottles and Broken Beds (Adelaide Books). His drunken words have appeared in various literary magazines and outlets, such as Spillwords Press, Ariel Chart, Fixator Press, Piker’s Press, The Edge of Humanity Magazine, The Rye Whiskey Review, and Modern Drunkard Magazine.