“i have recently discovered the benefits of daydrinking,”
the 25-year-old tells me at a party where everyone looks happy.
apparently, as i learn, it comes with the following perks:
a timely dinner, sleeping on time and no morning hangover.
in the news that night,
i learn about another rich-kid-drunk-driving accident,
a bombing that killed only 12 this time,
the startup that raised $40 bn to take away all remaining jobs and
an obituary for the last remaining bookstore of the city that shut down.
before sleeping,
i masturbate to find a cure for my aching head
and when that doesn’t help,
take a trip down memory lane with AI making my father laugh in ghibli-style artwork; changing pictures where he didn’t find the photographer funny.
none of it helps really,
so i watch conspiracy theory videos on youtube that claim the next marvel movie is going to cure cancer
and laugh at the comedian who couldn’t keep his thoughts to himself in the world’s largest democracy.
what a joker, i think
and eat up all the memes that criticize no one in particular
but demand accountability from us citizens instead.
a text drops at 4 in the morning:
“brunch & beer?”
“fine. whiskey neat for me tho.”