I’m still drunk. It’s 11 am, I should at least be hungover by now, but I can still smell the alcohol and weed on my skin. My head aches, my eyelids hurt, my stomach is tight, and I feel like I am about to doze off in the shower. The cigarette helps a little, but it only dislodges some important memory I cannot quit recall. It bothers me. I just now realize I’m still in my underwear but eh so what? Feels kinda nice. Say, the flowers outside are really gorgeous today. So…purple and red and stuff. What do they call them. Something involving thumbs. Snap… snap. Snaps? Snap peas? Snapdragonias? Snap dragons, yeah.
Hey who is that? That looks a lot like Todd. Why is Todd leaving my house? Oh man I can’t remember anything from last night… shit is that a hickey on his neck? Man, some girl must have really worked him over. …I don’t recall inviting any girls over. I pull the band of my underwear out and stare at my cock, then slide one hand down to jiggle my balls. There’s dried cum under my foreskin, and my balls are empty. I came last night. Into someone. Oh my lord. “Todd!” I call out weakly, the volume of my voice makes my head pound. “TODD!” Fuck the window is still closed. Stupid window. It’s a bitch to get open, but I do it. “Todd!”
Todd startles and looks around for the source of the call, then he turns around and tilts his face up towards my small bathroom window. “What?”
“Did we screw last night??”
Todd scrunches his face up in confusion, then embarrassment, “You’re straight, why would we screw?”
“I….I dunno man, I can’t remember shit!” I holler back.
He bites his lip, then moves his hand to cover the mark on his neck, “Nope… you’re still straight. Don’t worry about it buddy!”
I watch as he hastily makes his way to his car parked at the curb. I don’t know what to say; the blind memory is nagging hard. Todd gets into his car, then jolts as if sitting on a tack before lowering himself down gently into the cushioned seat. Odd. I put out the cigarette and start to doze off standing in the hot spray. Maybe that memory will return in my dreams…it feels like it would be a nice memory. A nice memory with Todd…yeah…that’d be….nice. Oh hey, I’m peeing.