Booze Me

Booze has taught me that I can take care of myself. Although I always let a part of me be taken over by its effect, there is always a struggle to keep my consciousness.

After I dropped off Sparkles that night, I was aware more than ever. Though I felt a bit like throwing up, I felt so much more connected to my environment. Even if I knew I was going to get home safely in the hands of our good family driver Tom, I made sure I didn't sleep even for a second. This was a struggle for me, added that my ride home seemed to take forever since Sparkles got down. I was more aware of each bump, stop, acceleration, deceleration, and honking of my pick-up. In the back seat, I froze like a cargo that tried to resist movement.

It's amazing that I can also keep myself disciplined. When I got home, my mom was still awake. Because it's always a rule in the house to take a bath each time you come home from somewhere, I went straight to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and sat on the loo until my mom went into the bedroom. Of course I realized that I wasted water doing this, but I lacked strength to wash myself. When I heard the door shut, I knew the coast was clear. I headed for my room. No matter how dizzy I am, I never forget to take my contact lenses off. Never.

When I reached my bed, I shut my eyes, finally letting the power of booze take over me completely as I dream, safe and sound in my own home.