Teetering and Drunk

I’ll jump if I feel like it.

So I’m on the edge of a cliff. There’s a good view behind me, but it’s downhill. Can’t see over the edge, but blackness has appeal. It’s kind of like turning the lights off at bedtime. Sometimes there’s a sigh with it and it just feels right.

So I know of two types of “drunk.” One is where it’s cool. Go to wine bars and chatter with buddies. Something makes that okay. Sitting in the dark with whiskey listening to Sabbath isn’t cool. You have a problem if you do that.

Teetering and drunk is all the rage in my world. There’s something so uncool and fuzzy about it, kind of like popcorn.