We had lots of people
round in the end last night, I wasn’t drinking so this meant I wasn’t as wired
so technically I was more chilled out. Everyone smoked their cigarettes
indoors, covering our living room with a grey sheen. Today the world is veiled
in fog, and its almost like we smoked so much last night that it all seeped
outside and has got into the air. Leaving hazed repercussions hanging in the
wake.
Our house parties are
always like this, the next day everyone’s heads are foggy and scrambled about
after so much being so rawly stripped from them, deep conversations revealing
all that go on into the night, someone having a drunken breakdown, a girl
putting on her best new clothes to find a boyfriend for the night. Alcohol is
some people’s therapy. Inhibitions are the detritus, the real psyche
emerges. The everyday protective husk is
broken off, and inhibition is nowhere to be seen.
