drunk

God could no longer see the faces of the men, only red and orange hazes. He heard taunting voices in his mind spurring him on, calling him a __ussy,_ and old, hairy hands reaching out to grab him. His gripped tightened on the punk__ neck and he cocked his right arm back ready to do some serious damage.__et him go.__od shook his head at the familiar deep voice.__ said, let him go now!__e felt two strong hands land on his shoulders and heat seeped its way into him from behind.__ut him down, God. Right now before you kill him. Listen to my voice._ Day was up on his tiptoes speaking into his ear. His breath was hot on his neck and it gave him a tingling in his spine. __ashel, stop,_ Day whispered.God put his right arm down and released the man from his grip. He didn__ wait to see the man__ body drop. He spun around and looked into his friend__ eyes, and was relieved when he didn__ see judgment, sorrow, or pity_all he saw was relief and then concern. Day grabbed him and held on to him tightly. His embrace was strong and confident_exactly what God needed to feel right then.__ome on, we gotta get out of here._ Day gripped the back of his arm and moved them quickly out of the alley and into a waiting taxi.__ait_my truck.___t__ taken care of._ Day kept him from getting out of the vehicle.__hat do you mean?___ mean you owe me two hundred dollars because that__ what I just paid the bartender to follow us back to my place in your truck.__od spun around and saw his huge truck__ headlights behind them.__ou have a stranger driving my truck_my fucking guns are in there, Leo.___ou should__e thought about that earlier, Cash,_ Day growled right back.__f you__e going to lecture me, Leo_fucking save it._ God slid down farther and let his aching head rest on the back of the seat as the cab accelerated onto the highway.__ou know me better than that, Cash. I__ not going to lecture you. I__ going to kick your ass,_ Day said matter-of-factly and turned to look out the window. Neither one said anything else the rest of the ride.

He snuffles. Oh, no.He's not going to cry, is he? Because even though it's sweet when guys cry, I am so not prepared for this.Girl scouts didn't teach me what to do with emotionally unstable drunk boys.

Blossom time, drunk together, banishing spring sorrow;drunk, we broke off flowering limbs, counters for our rounds of wine.Suddenly I remembered my old friend, gone to the edge of the sky:by my reckoning, today he must have reached Liang-chou.

I am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn__ know how to handle anything,at any time,and I am not your fault.

I am alive, and drunk on sunlight.

Ambitions and dreams put you at a drinking table with unexpected companions. Cups were filled and refilled, making you drunk with the illusion of changing the world.

So you find Miss Mercer beautiful?__he buzzing in Spencer__ head formed the words, ___he walks in beauty like the night/Of cloudless climes and starry skies.____y God, now you__e quoting poetry.__ad he said that aloud? Bloody hell. Spencer brandished his empty mug at his brother. __ always quote verse when I__ foxed.___ou must be very foxed to quote that idiot Byron. Or very impressed by Miss Mercer__ looks.

One should always be drunk. That's all that matters...But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.

I understood drinking to be the gasoline of all adventure.

What happened out there?___ almost got quarking toasted by a dragon.___ dragon,_ he repeats, scandalized. __re you mad? Or have you been skulking around the bars of Barbary XIII?

Drinking myself blind seemed like the next logical step.

Muscat is like a mind-altering drug. A stroll in its streets is like getting drunk for the first time

Thus, in the boy__ mind, drink and destruction braided together. Intoxication, he concluded, was a swift and effective catalyst for havoc.

Ok.. So are you goin__ let him bluetube your tweeter?

See!_ Dad yelled. __oys don__ stay with whores, Bianca. They leave them. And I__ not going to let you turn into a whore. Not my daughter. This is for your own good.__ looked up as he reached a hand down to grab my arm. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting to feel his fingers clamp around my forearm.But they never did.I heard a loud thud, and Dad grunted in pain. My eyes flew open. Wesley moved away from Dad, who was massaging his jaw with a shocked look on his face. __hy you little shithead!___re you all right?_ Wesley asked, kneeling in front of me.__id you just punch my dad?_ I couldn__ help but wonder if I was delirious. Had all of this really just happened? Totally bizarre.__es,_ Wesley admitted.__ow dare you touch me!_ Dad screamed, but he was having trouble balancing enough to approach us again. __ow dare you fuck my daughter, then hit me, you son of a bitch!____ never heard my father swear like that before.__ome on,_ Wesley said, helping me to my feet. __et__ get out of here. You__e coming with me._ He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close against his warm body, and ushered me out the open door.

Alcoholism is above all a disease of denial.

By drinking, a boy acts like a man. After drinking, many a man acts like a boy.

Well enough,_ I reply. __emember, you__e drunk. And happy. You__e supposed to be lusting over your escort. Try smiling a little mo