swerving uphill, screaming down. this bicycle was not built for two, but we made it work. a cat and a raccoon. behind the cabinet; hiding, forced to listen to your small talk - choking back on the tears that defiantly run down my cheek. you peek behind - won't be gone long; half a 26'er and i'm gone. far gone. women's panties and old 'i love you' notes writ in her hand. vodka-inforced curiosity led me to them; i get what i deserve: i shouldn't have looked. sex with eyes wide open, lips pursed shut. too drunk to push him off, too angry. it's what i deserve. it's not rape. i dig my nails in that much further into your flesh - your penance. my saturday night; gone wrong.