Dwinking Day
Sunday, Camden
Sam can feel her head beating, blood coursing through her veins faster than it usually did. Alcohol did that; it's a vasocompressor like coffee and cigarette, after all, constricting the veins forcing the heart to pump faster--causing blood to flow in greater pressure. Like the others, it has its signature buzz.
A buzz that Sam enjoyed, she liked the feel of it--the clouding of her senses, her brain process slowing down as the liquor kills her brain cells--drinking made her feel normal...and normal to her meant stupid, dumb, foolish even.
Her mind doesn't work in light speed efficiency like it usually did. Alcohol hindered that; it clouded her trail of thought like a careful driver would in a smog-filled highway. She loved it, being normal once in a while.