exuberance is wasted. it has been at the bar all night doing tequila shots and incredible hulks with joy and good news. but the party is fucking over now. car keys wouldn’t fit in ignitions if it could even find its car, feet won’t carry it home. someone call a cab. does anyone know where it lives? jeez, it’s all fun and games until someone passes out on their stool in the middle of an impromptu round of kum-bai-ya my lord and hits their chin on the final descent to the way way down where they will undoubtably be and stay until sometime midday well after they wake up and pee and puke and shower and shave because cleanliness is godliness and we know god is a good boy and thus don’t misbehave. so get his wallet and check his i.d. and when the yellow minivan shows up we’ll toss him in and throw the driver a fiver and and say “god be with you.” cuz that’s what it’d say if it was in type of frame to be verbal. and we’ll call sometime tomorrow and check up just to make sure it got home cuz we’re the types of people who do those types of things and when it asks what happened we’ll tell it and it’ll feel stupid and say so and explain how sorry it is and how it knows it has got a problem and how it’s thankful to us all for being so helpful and understanding and this time it really is going to get help, it’s going to a meeting and don’t worry, it realizes that it’s out of control but it has got it all under control, at least its now got the part about getting it under control under control. just give it a minute to get its head wrapped around it. and we’ll say it’s okay and we understand and it’s all good and don’t worry about it. but we know it’s right and we feel bad even though technically we didn’t really do anything all that wrong. we are our brother’s keeper and all that but…the cabs here, somebody grab its feet.
