Promethazine in my Coke.

Hold it in, like medicine, I thought.

It isn't a tough pill to swallow.

Not at this point.

Not now.

Not with all the mistakes we've made.

She's here now, I think.

There's a Jim and Pam kinda vibe of self-destruction

Just hanging in the air.

We're two seconds from the edge...

Of Texas and Tennessee and some Lucero song lyrics about...

... California coming to take it all...

Hold the words. Hold it in, like medicine, I think.

I focus on her eyes. Bloodshot and stoned.

Still glossed over

From some last minute tears.

"Mistakes happen, babes." I lowered my head. Some defensive shell fuckery from my youth.

I felt the tension leave the air.

Hold it in, I think. Hold it in, like medicine.

She runs her fingers through my hair

And

I feel her press in against me.

*Nothing is right in my mind. We ignore it though and she folds into me

I take a breath and pull her in. It's a breath of frustration or euphoria or fear...

It's not a tough pill to swallow, my friend. We've been here before.

Hold It down. Hold it down, like medicine.

I