Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo

I did what any red blooded human male would do with his new found love.

I got drunk.

Then I wrote her a letter.

I am not sure how many of them I wrote and what all I said. I kept crumpling them up and throwing them into the fire. It didn't take long before everyone left me alone. This is the first time they've seen me drink at Grimm Pleasures.

I know I wrote three songs, two sonnets and one haiku before I lost track. The Innocent wasn't in the tavern, or if she was I hadn't noticed .. which isn't saying much in the condition I was in. I remember weeping over a particularly good piece but not much after that. And I don't know where I left it. It was a good one. Or at least I was sure it was last night. It was all so clear at the time. Not so much now.

Also what is not so clear right now is where I picked up the female. I leaned over and licked the salt of spent tears off her cheek. I felt something stir again within me but when she whispered she loved me I kicked her off the couch. She started crying again. I remembered that is what drew me to her in the first place. The tears. But now they were just annoying. She was pretty when I was drunk .. and I was pretty fucking drunk. But now she just looked very .. tired. Not sure what all I put her through last night but whatever it was she was all in and I was all into her being all in somewhere else. I had to drag her out the door and throw her down the stairs. I should have looked closer at her collar .. might have to pay for that.

I crawled back onto my couch and tried to sleep. But my brain kept slipping sideways without my skull. My mouth was full of sweaty dirty cotton and my eyes needed to shed a few scales. I stared at the ceiling and counted the stains. I can't remember what all I drank .. I remember vomiting something the color of 2000 flushes. I wonder if it made my teeth blue.

I stayed in my rooms today. Perhaps I will venture out this evening. The cool mists of alcohol still shroud my brain and I am content to lay here. I hope I can find what I wrote for her. I think I remember it was very profound and literate ... right and the slave was pretty.