when FRIDAY comes....(verse 2)
Aight, so I made it home just, quite fucked but I managed, hot and slightly more damaged, whole body throbbing, green from extreme scene livin it lavish, only thing im thinkin is where’s my bed, head must rest, its just seen the torment of a year compressed to an overnight session, but its my fault I gave the blessin, should learn my lesson, quit messin, back to the journey my tongues feelin fury, quick wash and to bed while its still quite early three four hours later bout midday a surface, surplus to requirement I wish, but in vein cos its worthless, pull my self together im in my prime should be feelin fine, fast forward 12 hours there goes the chime, of the bell saying the haunt is closing, oh well, still got the party fell through the door, already imposing, for a few seconds you hear the continual pop - top of the bottles being unlocked a sign that the buzzin is about to drop, like the e’s being passed round found myself absorbed 3 I just downed, music seems to get heavy, “im totally fucked” my legs go like jelly, steady myself, compose anova line back up merry, every ten minutes a knock on the door floor getting full cant handle much more, place is really heaving believing its at its limit another knock, 3 more but no ones leavin, the hours pass by, misconceiving the time cos of abusing their being, almost physically freeing alcohol still flowing at 7 in the morning, new day dawning, sunrise slightly warming, time to pack my shit up, adjourn, reforming til next weeks absorption…………..
