went to a party at Mark’s.
Mark was wearing a baby blue suit and his yarmulke.
His hands were sticky with Jagermeister.
I was in the kitchen with Merit,
Took some Jello Shots and drank a beer,
To see what a normal party was like.
I could feel the alcohol
Pulsing thick emotion through my brain.
I took 2 shots of Goldschlager,
Just to stay high.
On the Verandah,
Surrounded by glass
Overlooking the backyards of St Urbain.
Mark’s guitar was plugged in
And I played simple hip-hop beats on the tam-tams
With the few kids that could play.
Some were pretty good.
Rory was the most creative
He played slide guitar with a Corona bottle.
Anyways. That’s it. A little tipsy as I walked home. The girls on St Laurent look ready for Sex. The girls at the party were wearing short skirts and boots. Flexing thigh in the McGill Arts way. I don’t want none of it. Or I do, except, nevermind.
The cars on St Laurent are honking
Late into the night