Poem: All Your Excuses

A poem about a time in my life that subtly haunts. And will do forever.

When I was 20 and 21 and 22, I enjoyed drinking
as a form of distraction. It wasn’t every day, it
wasn’t always every week, but sometimes it was
for many days in a row. A party-vibe would start
and I had to hope that it might continue.

One time, in my first year, so perhaps i was only
18, a guy bought a bunch of beers to celebrate
his birthday. He needed …