The night is young and so are we she said as she sipped from that bottle of cheap liquor he bought. Believing the whole time that nothing could go wrong. BUt that cheap liquor was a mistake that she had made many time before. Cheap liquor that brought sick mornings and sorrowful regrets of nights she spent with people who won't even remember her name, and as she drinks away killing her insecurities she lets her guard down and that's a mistake she will always regret but she can't seem to forget
Even expensive liquor can have the same effect! We do learn a little from mistakes yet grow with them to. There is a great Australian song, Cheap Wine Thank you Violet.
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A soul-stirring experience portrayed with utmost sensitivity. The reference to consuming cheap liquor too helps reveal the murkiness of the atmosphere. Thanks a lot.