Blue Bug

We got to his car and he opened the door for me. I was always jealous of his car. It was an original blue bug. It was crappy and old, but it had character. I got in the seat and closed the door. He walked around to the driver’s side and got in. We had been driving for a few minutes when he said, “Andy, I found the beauty,”

I had my head leaned against the window, in my own little world, “What?”

“I found the beauty in your vomit,” he looked at me and smiled then turned back to the road.

I moved my head off of the glass and sat up in the seat,“Okay what is it?”

“Well, I saw that you were human,” he turned to me, “not so perfect. You broke some of your boundaries tonight.”

I smiled a little.

“It felt good, too, huh? Admit it, getting drunk is far better than studying.”

“I guess.”

“Just don’t do it too often. I don’t want to be driving you to AA meetings.”

“You won’t have to,” I started looking out the window again.

“Andy, I’m just kidding.”

“I know.”

“If you know, then tell me why you got drunk.”

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