'OH, I THOUGHT YOU WAS COMING HOME WITH ME'

When I turned round to question why my chair was moving backwards, I was confronted with his swaying body looming with the slurred words ‘Oh I thought you was coming home with me’ seeping from his sozzled mouth.

 

This pilgrimage for catharsis acts as a response to my dissatisfaction with my instinct to cower in the face of an uncomfortable encounter.