Beery Night To Remember

After one too many beers in the wee hours of the night, I whizzed around town on my motorbike feeling light. I zoomed into a dim side-street and who or what did I meet? Deep potholes, like drunken hobos, recklessly crossing the street! I ran over some of them who fought back and muddied me, made me swerve and splash into murky puddles I couldn't see. I stopped to catch my breath on the black deserted highway by my bike, the only one that stood by me, I should say. But nastier than potholes, the asphalt was a different case. It leaped and stood bolt upright and slammed against my face! In a split-second eternity, I swam in the eerie border of the real and unreal on this beery night to remember.