Vic's Place
VIC’S PLACE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
When I come to I’ll start a new path
The one I’m on solicits her wrath
When the alarm went off I moved not an inch
If I opened my eyes a brawl was a cinch
I felt her rise and move to the edge of the bed
I kept my eyes shut as if I were dead
She dressed quite noisily but before slamming the door
Yelled out no drinking today I can’t take it anymore
She went to the kitchen and started to brew
The aroma of coffee nearly caused me to spew
She came back to the bedroom and said with a smirk
I know you heard what I said got to, I’m late for work
I knew not to move too quickly
My head was pounding my stomach sickly
When you’re hung over everything aches
I got up and stumbled uncontrollable shakes
My head was throbbing with alcohol woes
With great difficulty I put on my clothes
I went to the basin to wash and to brush
The face in the mirror a blurry eyed lush
I went to the kitchen and poured me a cup
One sip, I gagged and nearly threw up
Got to get to Vic’s its not very far
I’ll have to walk it a DUI cost me my car
I looked at the clock it was only ten
Two hours til Vic’s is open again
I went to the park and bided my time
Til the light burns bright on the open sign
I was so edgy I paced back and forth
Shaking and nervous no time for remorse
I’ll wait no matter how long it takes
I’ve got to dampen these terrible shakes
I feel like I’ve been waiting for an eon
Here we go, they turned on the neon
Vic’s place(2)
I raced across the street and mounted a stool
To wait this long is brutal and cruel
Pour me a shot and leave me the bottle
These storming DTs, I’ve got to throttle
After the first drink I felt like king
After the fourth one I started to sing
Soon I was joined by the usual crowd
We sang, yelled and really got loud
Some drank too much and wanted to fight
I don’t remember much more but later that night
I awoke it was quiet and dark
I was lying in the wet grass alone the park
It must have rained I was soaked to the skin
My shirt was torn had a cut on my chin
As I staggered home missing one shoe
I knew exactly what I will have to do
She’ll put me on the wagon I know what’s in store
I can handle it easily I’ve done it many times before
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