The Music of Adrian Zann

Chapter 1
Thursday night I was hailed by Omar to play billiards. We attempted to assemble a team, but the rest were preoccupied. Omar says to me, "We should pick up a six-pack or go buy a bottle before we go because drinks are fucking expensive there." "Agreed" I reply, "I'll pay for the bottle and you pay for table." We nod in unison. So we pick up a bottle of whiskey at Ralphs and head to the hall. For the next hour or so we sit in his van talking of our triumphs and tribulations all the while we finish the bottle. I wont say much about the pool played that night, but I'll say Omar won, and I was hitting the cue ball very softly. On our way home, the winner drops me off with a prompt, "Get out." And I do, I laid my head down to rest, and went to sleep.


Chapter 2
I awoke a few hours later, stumbling to the restroom, and as I began to pee something occurred to me, I had to burp. This was the beginning of my downfall. To my horror no gas passed my lips, but a slurry of chicken sandwich, S7C, and what must have been pure evil. "It just won't stop!" I thought, my mind racing as I expelled the contents of my stomach to only now produce a sickly yellow bile. After a few shocks I'm able to control the heaving, in a stupor I make my way to the kitchen for water to ease my shaking hands and to wash the filthy taste from my mouth. My room wasn't a safe place at the moment, so I take refuge in the restroom. The cool water sends refreshing chills as I drink and all seems to have passed. Staring, staring into the white walls I breath a sigh of relief, but that is short as the fire I had breathed that night turned into ice. "This shall not be my master!" screamed in my head, "As for tomorrow will be a busy day."


Chapter 3
I awoke from this ordeal, weakened, but alive. I was already late for 8am class since it was pass 9:30, I had to forgo my morning shower and head straight to school. As luck would have it I made it there by 10am when our 30min break occurs, so I had missed majority of class that day. During lecture is when I felt the full effects of what my body had become that night. Pain shot from my neck and chest, and the fatigue had settled well into its host. It was not only evident to my self, but to those around me. I could see my peer sniff the air about her, knowing what she had sensed I told her, "Forgive the smell of liquor, vomit and pool hall; The night had been hard." It was dismissed, and I felt myself begin to slip once again. The hours dragged on as my body decayed. Nothing else was said, only the passers by had seen what had become of me.