sober years

the beginning

"the city makes the sky light up," Alexa thought to herself on a chilly night while walking through the city of St. Louis. Alexa was 21 years old and this was one of the only nights she wasn't at the bar enjoying the fact that she could legally drink her heart out and wake up hungover without the feelings of guilt overpowering her nausea. the only think she enjoyed more than her drinks was the color of the sky at night. She stopped to enjoy the sky for a minute. Unfortunately Alexa was interrupted by the noise of what sounding to be someone puking their guts out. She quickly looked around to see who would be out here at this time of night and also why they're puking. She made her way across the street, where she saw a shadow and chunks of white on the pavement. She got closer enough to see a man, who looked about her age. His eyes looked familiar to her but her gaze was focused on the vomit covering the area around her feet. She quickly gave the man a hand to help pull him up. She could smell jack Daniels alcohol in an instant. She pulled the man up and once their eyes met Alexa realized that this was no stranger at all.