Where the fuck am I?

My hands shot to my temple, suddenly becoming aware or the ear splitting headache I had possessed while I was asleep. I forced my eyes open, trying to decipher where I was. Scanning my surroundings, all I could see was trash, rats, shit and junkies. Yup, that's a Jersey alleyway for ya.

You have to get up, Gee. Mikey will be worried. Maybe not though.. I mean, this wouldn't be the first time I would come home reeking of stale booze, sex and sweat. My heart sank at the thought of the times I'd come home drunk on one of my frequent rampages. Screaming and throwing anything I could get my hands on. Mikey usually hid in his room, crying or blasting music so loud I'm surprised he isn't deaf by now. Some could say I had a drinking problem.. but I didn't think so. So what? I liked to have a drink after a hard day. Life was tough, my parents were gone, leaving me to take on my baby brother. School sucked. Yeah, I had friends.. but none that I was really close to. None that I trusted. I partied a lot, and I had more than my fair share of one night stands..What can I say? I liked to keep things fresh. I was never the person to settle down and stay committed. The girls didn't seem to mind much anyways. Don't get me wrong.. I'm not some heartless, horny teenager. I have emotions too. But you won't see them, ever. Like I said, I keep to myself.

Soon enough, all my senses had become mildly alert. I realized I was clutching something in my right hand... glass? I raised my arm to see a tall bottle with quite a bit of whiskey left in it. I jumped up, bones cracking, muscles burning in protest. Oh sweet whiskey... how I've missed you so...

After what you could call a drunken giggle at my jesting comment,I tipped the bottle towards my mouth, the dark brown liquid searing my throat. It was comforting.. as I had long since been acquainted the sharp burn. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands, then my hands on my torn and battered jeans. And started to stumble in the direction of home.

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"Umph"

I ran into something, hard. It easily gave way under my weight, a bell ringing overhead somewhere. I landed on the ground with a thump. Oh..a door.... right. My head spun, longing for the bottle I had dropped staggering through the Jersey streets. My mouth felt dry and my tongue rested heavily. Tingles filled my limbs. I didn't dare get up though. I didn't care where I was or who was watching. I was comfortable. My eyelids turned heavy, and it was no surprise that I quickly fell unconcious.

Notes

Kind of a prologue, kind of a chapter. Idfk. But I decided I would start the story over. Most of the chapters that were posted before will stay the same, and my writing style is a little different now than it was when I wrote this chapter. So sorry about that.

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