Making the Run
After a few hits off the bottle I close my eyes. The whiskey is making me numb and cozy. I could stay this way all night. Moving fast and feeling nothing. This is what I've been doing all year. Getting high, marking time. This day next year I don't know where I'll be. But I can guarantee it won't be here, on the road between Huntsville and Rainey.
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