East of Eden

Have you ever wanted to scream at the top of your lungs and drink your pain away? I certainly have ,and my friend was no exception. Things started off normal enough with me studying thursday night. I got a call from one of my buddies asking me to come to downtown greenville. I really don't like to drink a lot so my initial reaction was to play it off like i was tired and didn't feel up to the challenge. My feelings changed ,however, when my friend started telling me about him and his "ole lady" splitting up. I've known both people for over 7 years ,and that whole span of time they dated. They were the "perfect couple" so naturally i was shocked. 

     I reluctantly agreed and scooped up my bud. He seemed cool and calm ,but i knew there was a storm just beyond the horizon. So we bar hop for awhile and then ran into some girls we knew. The girls asked my friend immediately about his ex because they were complete morons. From that point on I knew i would be on drunken friend patrol. I started worrying whenever I got lost in a conversation and noticed i hadn't seen my buddy for over fifteen minutes. My first thought was "he's ok he's just making out with the commode". Then over twenty minutes had passed so i ventured into the mens room to see if he was ok. I found him laying on his back right beside the commode covered in sweat and humiliation. 

     I picked up my friend and helped him stagger to my car. On the way to the car we had to make frequent stops to ensure there was no vomiting in my car. I kept thinking the whole way home how crazy it was they broke up. I mean if they had been dating that long and she just straight up left his shit what chance do I have at finding my dream girl? Then I had a harsh realization, not everything is going to work out the way you plan it. One day your in paradise, then the next day you wake up east of eden.