Young and Drunk

I had this startling memory bubble up for some reason in the middle of the night.

When I turned sixteen and could drive I could find alcohol and I got drunk one day. I thought it would be good in this exhilarated state to go running through deep snow in the woods and the crystalline chilled air.

As I sprinted the breath ran ragged from my lungs and soon I could taste the ketonic vapors of my exertion.

The cold confronted the alcohol-numbed cheeks and forehead adding another depth to the deadened flesh.

I dropped to my hands and knees wanting to walk like a wild beast.

I crawled through the chest deep-snow and could smell that distinct clean faint smell that snow unexpectedly gives off.

Then I stood there like a wolf panting a breath of metabolizing spirits, huffing clouds of vapor, and I howled like a madman.

God I was a weird kid.

The End