Hubris

And now the big question is what to drink tonight, what should I pour on the ground for my homie, who in this case is me? Do I toast myself with cheap champagne, do I make cocktails of the ickly sweet because that’ll take me away faster, or should i shoot b52s like I used to? How does one celebrate or commiserate exactly? Should I loop ‘Sweet Child’o Mine’ over and over? Reflect on every moment lost? Go out and try to pound it away? Maybe it’s somewhere in the middle of all this.