Last Night

Stumbling down the center of circular suburban streets screaming to someone who isn't there. Foot by bloody foot stepping on yellow lines and growling at the night that exists in my head. There are 10 items in my pockets none of them are a cell phone or a keychain, and these goddamn dogs won't stop barking at me. Switching between spiteful screams and crying out names of past loves. Tears drip down my face as I still keep walking. And then for a long time, nothing. When I finally gain my mind back, I'm in an abandoned house scratching "David" onto a cement wall. This is what acting does to me. Thank god for my friends, otherwise last night might have turned out poorly for me.