Remembering when I didn't care for drugs or alcohol when I was with you.

One moment I am sitting in my hot car getting scalded by my own tears...
Too weak to push open the door and lift myself from the car...
...Vision too blurry and hands too shaky to aim the house key into the key hole...

The next, I receive a satisfying phone call and all is fine and dandy again.
I am insane.

Sometimes I imagine fun to be drinking a six-pack and hauling ass down the most desolate of these dusty Arizona roads. But only would I if there were a designated Wild West highway for drunk people to take their chances on.