Back inside of the karaoke bar, the one with the comfy couches….
While talking, the acquaintance suddenly slumped over and fell on one of my feet.
He was still smiling, and possibly mumbling….
for a while, I thought that it must have been a prank.
I had grown very used to people doing things like that.
I suspected he was probably more sober than he was implying,
and was trying to entertain me with the sheer drama of somebody passing out, weightfully.
But no, he indeed had too much beer in his time at the lounge.
Perhaps in his mind, he was simply taking a nap, and had decided to lie down,
and ended up in a strange, drunken slumber.
I was responsible for telling the group what had happened.
I suppose if you haven’t seen someone drink too much,
you’re not really being social.
The purpose of going out to the city
is to have weird stories to tell others, is it not?
We hope for a disconnect between why we went out,
and what happened after we got there.
We hunt for tender excitements,
in the strange atmospheres of private establishments.