All his friend and loved ones were there. The party was a surprise. He had appeared to be genuinely happy. He was genuinely older.
He knew he had not drunk too much. That wasn’t going fly. He had to think of something else, but nothing came too him.
Everybody had those thoughts. He knew that. You’re sitting in a meeting with several powerful people in their best business uniforms and are overwhelmed with the desire to kiss the speaker full on his flapping lips. Or you think you just have to stand up and piss in the coffin at some great aunt’s funeral. You look around you and realize that no one there knows you are thinking such things.
He squinted at the clock. Four-thirty-two. He couldn’t get up yet. He shivered and let out a little moan. He tried to rock the bed with his foot and leg. He still couldn’t sleep. Damn.