Blog for October 2nd

"Last Call." He tips his head back and pours the last shot down his mouth, leaning over until the burning stops. When he looks up, his vision crosses and he pulls a typical drunk stumble towards his friends, which were on the way out. All he could think about was if this was the right girl. He was trying to distinguish if he was thinking about her because he was inebriated or because she WAS the right girl. Then there she was smiling at him, like she knew what he was thinking about. his walk to the car was not easy, stumbling over curbs and walking in the street, but he knew once he made it to the car he would be fine. He keeps thinking of how he is going to invite the girl over and how he would take a rejection. Smack! Before he knew it, he was on the ground being attacked. Blows continue to strike his head as he is in no condition to defend himself. He knows now that he is being attacked and what he must do, damage control. The savage beating ended as soon as it started. Stunned, he lifted himself off the ground, just in time to see two figures walking off in the distance. One was the man who just struck him and the other, well the other was not the right girl.