Friend In A Bottle

by Daniel J Towsey

(Fiction)

 

I met my first friend at the local tavern..

 

I was young.

 

My friend was Russian..

 

We got along very well..

 

The conversation was very liquid and easy...

 

We later parted and I unfortunately could not remember who my friend was.

 

I later found another friend.

 

This friend was as sweet as wine.

 

We kissed and embraced.

 

All was jolly.

 

Unfortunately later I could not remember my friend.

 

So I continued on and went in search of another friend.

 

I found another friend and took this one for a drive.

 

It was the last time I ever remember driving

because my friend took control of my steering wheel

and caused the death of another..

 

So I went and found a different friend.

 

I found an Irish friend, an English friend, a Scottish friend.

 

The local Liquor store was full of friends...

 

 

When my friend was gone I would just go get another one.

 

My friends did not judge me for my unshaven face, my wrinkled clothes,

or my appearance.

 

But passers by always judged me when I was not with my friend.

 

My friends hung out with me at the park or the local corner.

 

Sometimes a friend would spend the

cold night with me and we had great conversations.

 

I could speak to my friend about all my problems until I fell asleep.

 

My friend was always an empty friend in the morning.

 

And passers by judged me.

 

Everybody needs a friend.