INNOCENT THOUGHTS OF A GUILTY MAN

Wake up in the morning hungover as fuck. Where am I at? Who am I with? Who is this chick? Damn she is thick. I hope that I hit, I can't remember shit. Where are my shades? Where is my phone? What time is it? I should get home. Flashbacks of last night race through my head. As I stumble to put my jeans on, Damn I'm still drunk as hell, I need something to lean on. I need to slow down, I'm out of control. But that's when I'm at best though. Cause when I show up the party goes up And they need me at my best, so Pour shots, four shots, Excuse me miss we need more shots, Good lord girl you thick as hell, Is that real or is that ass shots? Getting tagged in pictures I don't remember taking. Text messages to girls I don't remember meeting. Asking me what are we doing this evening? Treating Monday like it's part of the weekend. Like how much longer can I live this life? How much longer can I live these nights? I'm feeling like I ow...

I woke up in a very familiar place, to a very familiar sound, and a very familiar feeling. Lying drunk on the floor, the chirping of the morning brewing through the screen door of the patio, thinking what did I do last night, and more importantly, what did I not do? We danced, we drank, we talked, we lied, we were too honest, we lived. We traveled the world in one night through conversation. I learned of her past by touching her skin as we grinded on the hot dance floor to best of 2015 hits. What a time, to be alive. And alive we were. Reaching a level of confidence that only a solid day of drinking can provide, we waged our way through the crowds, hormones on high and eyes focused on the hunt. We wanted bad chicks, we wanted the sexy of the sexy and we would settle for nothing less. We were out for the ultimate of highs, a drug that you couldn't just take, but you had to go experience. The drug of the night, the lights flashing, the people chatting, the drinks flowing, the girl...