boostjunkie
Bluelighter
AWESTRUCK
I remember the second it happened . . . walking into the room and seeing her sitting on a barstool as if already on a pedestal. I’m stunned, I’m taken back, I’m smitten when I see her. A bead of sweat erupts from the base of my neck. A single word, “hello,” emanates from her mouth and slowly floats across the room, making its way to my ear. Time slows as I walk over to her. “Hey, what’s up,” was all I could muster. At this point, an uneasiness begins to take over me . . . My nervousness a poison slowly being metabolized into my system, I start to stumble and hesitate with my words. I turn around and reach to the bar to find a suitable antidote . . . a shot of jack.
I remember the second it happened . . . walking into the room and seeing her sitting on a barstool as if already on a pedestal. I’m stunned, I’m taken back, I’m smitten when I see her. A bead of sweat erupts from the base of my neck. A single word, “hello,” emanates from her mouth and slowly floats across the room, making its way to my ear. Time slows as I walk over to her. “Hey, what’s up,” was all I could muster. At this point, an uneasiness begins to take over me . . . My nervousness a poison slowly being metabolized into my system, I start to stumble and hesitate with my words. I turn around and reach to the bar to find a suitable antidote . . . a shot of jack.
