Waking up in a cheap motel in Berkeley is weird enough. The Indian food I had for dinner the night before is throwing a hootenanny in my intestines. That Chicken Masala was heaven going in but there is a price to be paid. I look about the room and see 5 other people laying about. There’s someone else sleeping on the bed with me. We’re both fully clothed. It doesn’t seem like anything happened. I couldn’t have been tripping that hard. Everyone else seems to be sleeping blissfully.
hair of the dog?
perhaps just quenching thirst
bleary eyes focus
It’s only 6:23 AM. I didn’t sleep much but I’m jonesing for a beer. We have plenty of beer in the cooler in the corner of the room. I grab one and crack it open. It’s a bit early to be drinking but when you’re in a motel room with 5 people that you barely know—well that’s when we start making excuses for ourselves. This one might even be a good one. And when you consider the strangeness of it all, it is good to have a beer in hand. Without the beer, I might not be able to cope with this. I get up to go to the bathroom. There are only 3 sets of towels in the bathroom. I already figure that I’ll be the first one to take a shower to avoid that hassle.
perhaps TV
flick on morning cartoons
wash down the beer
I keep sipping on the beer. I flick on the TV and there is a Foggy Leghorn cartoon. No need for channel surfing right now. The cartoons are actually helping me come to grips with the situation. So for all the abuse it takes, beer does serve a very real purpose in the world. It’s just that many people never stop to see it that way. Someone else will wake up soon. It will be good to fill a bowl and take a couple tokes. There is another show tonight. It promises to be a real doozie.
cartoons turned on
wake and bake surely looming
very near future
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