It is What it Is

You wake up, look at the clock and realize you have to be at work in 2 hours. As you rub your eyes and attempt to shake off the fog from the night prior, you look around and see three people sleeping on the floor and beer cans scattered everywhere. The activities from last night's soiree come flooding back. You laugh and light a cigarette. You smile at some of the things that took place the night before as you also try to block out some of the others. You finish your cigarette and walk around the living room and start kicking the folks on the floor to wake them up. You notice one has a black eye and that's when you feel the pain in your hand and look down and see your knuckles are swollen."Again?", you say to yourself. Everyone rises like the walking dead and exit as the scent of another wasted night and brain cells follow them out. No goodbyes, hugs, hand shakes or any of that, just blood shot eyes and attempts to find their cars. You survey the room, laugh again and get ready for work. It is what it is... Peaces and Creases TBN Out