McClintock

The night my friend died

I pre-gamed at my neighbors town home, just the two of us

I was already drunk, and she had a boyfriend

When my ride pulled up out front

I hugged her tight good bye and shook as I did it because

I knew that I held on too long and pressed too tight but I

Wanted my ride to think I may be fucking her

The night my friend died

I sat bitch in a Ford Explorer and four of my fraternity brothers

Asked if I was fucking my neighbor

We went to a house party off McClintock

And threw beer ping pong balls in solo cups in the garage

Listening to Lil Wayne

I shook then too but I didnt know why

I wasnt cold; it was Arizona

It couldnt have been anxiety; I was blacked out

The night my friend died

I was told that around four in the morning I

Opened my bedroom door, walked to the top of the stairs

Then urinated down them

What the fuck are you doing he said

You drunk ass he said

I didnt respond; I finished and went back to bed

The night my friend died

I had a mandatory probation class the next day

I woke up late for it, terribly hungover

I rushed out my bedroom door

Confronted by my roommate who told me I pissed on the stairs

Youre tripping, I said

But the carpeted stairs were soaking wet

The night my friend died

The probation classroom doors were closed and I was told I

Couldnt join the session

On the way home I got a phone call

I dont remember who told me Jack was dead

But they told me

I got home and my roommate picked up where he left off

But I stopped him and told him Jack died

Cleaning the stairs could wait

My friend died.

I started to shake

The night my friend died

He choked on vomit in his sleep

I was pissing down the stairs