Last night

Sixteen beers later, three dozen theories. Six revelations later, four phone calls. One cup of vodka later, one resolution. Eight hours later, four blood shot eyes.

Eight ex girlfriends, three parents. Four siblings, two dogs, twenty cigarettes, two jackets.

Two broken hearts, two pissed off white boys. One eight hour discussion, one bed liner.

One drunken idea. Sixteen punches thrown, six bruises left. Four movie lines quoted. Make that five.

One knife, four shoes, fourteen empty bottles, 198 strike-on-box matches, three dozen more theories, two points of view, one resolution.

One pickup truck, one morning.