South in college town.

I have this vision in my head:

2 o'clock in the morning, I have to be at work in just five hours, God, I am drunk. All alone though, just sitting there on my make-shift mattress, no box-springs, in the corner; all alone except for the cheap bottle of whiskey that I bought from that liquor store just off of Forbes; all alone except for the Billie Holiday record spinning on the long player; really not that alone, really. My books, piled in the corner, my mind content and fine, and I'll be happy -- really, really happy.

And you, prettiest girl in the world, you can come too, if you like.

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