This is the kind of night I'd spend drinking in a friend's back yard.
Painted ladies, passed on hash, artisanal beer, bon fires,
Neckbeards. Meth etchings. Broken glass.
On second thought, this is the kind of night I'd spend drinking with strangers.
Anonymity, wobbly stools, spinning urinals,
Police calls. Bondsmen. Sanitized cement floors.
This is the kind of night I'd spend drinking in my bathtub.