With my lips pressed tightly and my eyes opened widely...I know she's drunk. Drunken beyond the limits of being legal. Drunken enough to see through me. She hoovers around me await a chance to pounce on me. -But I know she won't do a thing...just a tease. A bite. A pinch. This is what I call a comeback....crush it up the fine rocks. Rocks pounded on with her own face. It's a powder now...she does a line, look at her nose drop. Look at the ease she has. Look at the sleeze she is. Look, look, look. What will she risk next? Half a bottle gone, this whole 8 ball just vaporized. The ceiling is moving as I lay on the floor. The woman beside me isn't holding my hand...I point, she smiles so uneasy.