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Liquid Amnesia.	Jul 11th, 2008 4:44:10 pm - Subscribe
Flow through me, light brown, sweet, warm liquid. First sip: Man up it won't kill you... I closed my eyes smelled my bitter-sweet enemy. Put the bottle to my lips, one sip down. Shuddering, and convulsing almost. Nothing as bad as lost love. The warmth takes over my body and I am starting to feel happy. I am taking a walk through the streets of Lowell. The night is cool and I have goosebumps, I don't want to get too cold. Second Sip: The second is never as bad as the first. I knew what to expect and didn't care. Down the hatch. Forgetting the cold, and enjoying the cool air. Heritage Dr. the houses are a lot bigger here, homes to dentists and doctors. Probably mine. Everyone dreams of that life, the big house in the quiet neighborhood. But there is a house wife or a stressed out lawyer doing the same thing as I am. Trying to forget their problems. Because life isn't as good as it all seems. The Merrimack River runs high this time of year, rushing over rocks and the little islands. It rose one day after a few storms. Taking away the homes of whatever lived on those islands. So in the memory of their pain and suffering I take a sip. Third: Doesn't even phase me. Slides smoothly down my throat, the sips getting bigger than the one before, and now I am forgetting your face. Fourth: I take another right after that without even a pause, and I am forgetting your name with every swig. I walked back home because I can't drive. I go into my house and take every picture I could find of you, everything you ever gave me and I put it all in a garbage bag. I finish off the pint and I put that in there too with a note to myself. I go out to the back yard and I dig a hole and I bury it down there. Maybe this will help.
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