I dont walk weird because i have to I walk weird because I want to I am a badger.

"We should leave."


On the walk home, wine warming me from inside joined with the delicate murmer of the radio made my eyes overwhelming. I'd just had two or three glasses, yet I'd tested a few others the sommelier brought over, and had a decent buzz going. but rather greased up and agreeable.

City was peaceful, apparently somewhere out in dreamland as he drove me home. My condo was somewhat of a head out from the eatery, and soon I wound up falling asleep, attempt as I may to remain alert.