A young man was standing behind me. Even though I was already high and tipsy, I could still tell that this guy was even more drunk than I was. I didn’t want any trouble, so I took a few steps away from my spot and moved to another. Luckily for me, he didn’t follow or try to do anything stupid. I stood for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts. When I turned back, I saw that the young man had gone about his business, leaving me to breathe easier. Silently, I returned to the bar stand. I needed more shots.
"Can I get two more?" I called out to the bartender. At this point, he was already staring at me with concern. I prayed he wouldn’t start a conversation about why I was drinking tonight. I wasn’t in the mood for that. He brought the shots, and I downed both of them almost immediately. Th
