Destination, Midnight

Destination midnight, a new year, and time to close. I feel sick and don't want to be here, what a holiday, again, alone. Eleven thirty, really, it was eleven twenty five, like a half an hour ago. Busy, A worker bee drone, struggling to find his way home. Finally, I'm free, sober and walking home. I spot my boy in his black Jeep Liberty, drunk driving. Swerving all over the road. "YO" he yells, with an intoxicated tone. So, I drove the half mile to my lake side abode. My room-mates had an itch, For a New Year kiss, unwilling to miss this drunken colliegate mix. I too needed a fix!!! Capa Alpha Zeta, Beer pong & Crunk dance. Drunken conversations loom, young adults yearn, seeding thier late night romance. To be Continued..... "Destination, Jeep" Jared Pickett 1/2/10 Asavvy1