Sparkly Nights, Nicotine Shines Bright

This story contains mild coarse language and references to alcohol.

Alcohol never fails to leave my belly warm, my skin numb and my mind dumb.

 It’s an easy decision, like buying a seven-dollar slut singlet from the only teenage clothing store in town or ordering a blueberry pineapple frozen through the Macca’s drive thru and gracefully covering your friends frozen too.

I drink to forget, to chill, to lust, to vomit, to smoke away my status of unemployment.

Peel back those traumatizing layers and you’ll find yourself there too amongst the heap of sweaty friends of friends of friends and one old auntie. Gyrating your coconut scented fake tanned ass to the song ‘Get Low’ by Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz while a random boy matches your rhythm with his crotch through his fresh off the field farmer jeans- because those were totally my manifestations for the night.