The Importance of Staying Put

Johannes wanted to head home sometime around 1.30 in the morning, and wanted me to go with him. When you drink, your view grows so narrow; I remember thinking that I could draw those black curtains further down over my eyes. Vodka in hand, I groped my way along the barrier, listening to the hollow, scraping sound of the glass against the iron. The high-pitched sound tickled my ears, and then everything was quiet.