I drank through it

 The alcohol sat in my stomach and it was acceptable
the walk home was a bruise and sweaty nightmare
vomiting and remembering an insult from the night at the pub
the grass treated me as foreign and the moon smiled sarcastically

pavement gave me a wink streetlight was a good listener
hangover would linger for the horrid next morning
deepening those pangs of desperation and empty meaninglessness
slowly losers made their way back to the glass

filling it up with excuses a well rounded self deception
a sabotage vintage early 2000s
back into the thick and happy state
health'll get the bill

I continued that drunk weekend existence
intoxicated somewhere awaiting the next drink
my identity fragile outside of the jovial mask
throwing vulgar and humor into piss puddles

unrecognisable feigning charming