I guess this is where my story would like to begin
The mood was nice, inside was a pleasant din
For my social anxiety wasn’t letting up tonight
The noise picked up, and I looked with fright
In one small corner laid a very drunk man
Who slowly but surely picked up a half empty can
He chugged it down like a thirsty man with water
And nodded goodbye but to me I swear I saw him falter
He looked familiar, like a face in a dream
It was on the tip of my tongue, I wanted to scream
His hair looked soft, a bit shaggy I admit
But his glossed over eyes still seemed to be lit
His face was soft, but dark in a way
It was hard to tell what he was about to say
After the nod, he smiled real bright
And said “farewell to you, on this nice, cool night”
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