Friday

Even with the heavy smoke clouding the over crowded living room of that mutual friend of a friend I find you like a beacon.  We thrust and shift desperately trying to find room too breath in the historical debauchery of youth.

No , its fine dear do not wait for me , I am so warm perhaps I had too much to drink and that has created this false sense of security .

Why is it in this moment you are being carried away from me , I feel nothing but then again all feelings are seeming to disappear .  How I love that strange flicker of orange light against your hair which then cast a roaring shadow against the wall .  Now the air grows thin and I think I should lie down as I have said I am so warm perhaps I had too much to drink. 

Is it a party foul if the local fire department is called ?