Swaggering,
staggering,
they enter,
the night.
Intoxicated
smiles,
words, whispered,
plans, forth
coming.
The
lonely formation,
I watch,
shaking my head,
joining the ranks,
marching,
reluctantly,
home.
Category: After Hours
Holiday.
Guy: Ever been to the Bahamas?
Guy: Well, if you like to go then we can send you there for $300 for two weeks.
Guy: The first week anything you want is yours.
Guy: No, really, anything you want.
Guy: Yes.
Guy: Sure, whatever.
Guy: The second week you are owned by us.
Guy: And we wipe your memory.
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Insinuating Holiday Journey
