Heavy Head

Heavy head.

Enticed by the bitter sweetness of hops.

Looking at his reflection through a fun house mirror.

Everything seems to sway.

The dance of intoxication is beginning.

Laughter is ringing much louder than normal.

A mis-step and the ground comes up to meet him.

“Excuse me sir do you need help?” a blurry humanoid asks.

He stammers “I’m fine”

He pushes through the gravity and staggers on his way.

A screech penetrates deep into the depths of his mind.

He slumps down beside his car as his child inside is needing.