Whip Around

“Heres a toast,” I say. I I’m So alone, only one standing. Knees weak arms are heavy, vomit on his sweater already, my old buddy. "Fool dropped out of high school!” It is very quiet now. I should be complimenting this guy for his great creation of the beer helmet. “Since we couldn’t afford champagne, put your Paper cup up, take it higher.” Know some cheers and claps are coming in. “I always told him to just make your move. He had the passion for glory.