Hey, there's never
The last time or
The first time ever
Not even when
You hobble
Down the street
Anxtious as hell
Pissed off, tired
Hangover
Knowing that
In twenty minutes
The store will be closed
No booze for you
For
Another twenty four hours
Well, there's still hope
Which is the God's given gift
To all of us
Even to those who
Have never
Had a proper chance to
Meet the love of their lives
Much less the perfect love
Or
Just something
Resembling love
All the hobbling eventually
Goes to the eternity
Just like
Our lives
So
Be happy...

God Bless you, you are good person!

Two queers
I wake up, look around
Well…
It definitely looks like an early morning
Although I can’t be sure
Weak sunlight is trickling though torn curtains
Drawing weird pattern on a floor
I glance to my left then at myself
My buddy Rook is laying next to me, fast asleep
Then
It occurs to me that
Both of us are COMPLETELY NAKED!
Jesus Christ!
Now this is what you would call real hangover!
I get up, feeling sick to my guts
Pick up my briefs from a pile of clothes
Laying on the floor
Scrutinize at few blotches
That looks suspiciously like sperm, put the briefs on
Drag myself into the kitchen, find half-empty pack of cigarettes
Light one up, finish leftovers of stale beer
What the **** did we do yesterday?
Soon Rook appears
Half dressed and looking like ghost
‘Hey man, what did we do yesterday? Do you remember?’
‘Hell no.’
‘Did we **** or something?’
‘I dunno… Come to think of it, we might have…’
He sits down, light a smoke of his own
Looks at me and smirks
‘What the hell are you smirking about?’
‘Nothing. Too bad, we don’t remember anything
That happened yesterday, huh?’
‘Yeah.’
‘I guess it was fun.’
‘I guess.’
‘So what should we do now?’
‘To try it all over again?’

Very nice indeed (except for a few points I would improve right here but then...oh well, it is not my stuff in any case)