Night Out

I wish I was more drunk. At the parties I go to everyone is so tall. Outside in the grey daylight the poor and downtrodden hunch and shuffle, but not in the neon lit darkness of the places I inhabit. Here they are all long limbs and suspended posture, uplifted as if by the bubbles of their champagne. I think the tall are generally more successful, tall men meeting tall women, breeding taller children who perpetuate the spiral ever upwards. No place for the small. Sometimes I wonder what use a dictionary would be if you understood no words. Sometimes I think I would like to meet someone who doesn't disappoint me. Try looking that up. A guy leans over to me and says, my dad died in his sleep eight hours ago. I look at my drink. I'm just killing time now, he says. I look at my drink. He walks away. I wish I was less drunk.