Sleepless nights of excessive drinking trying to find a muse between all the empty bottles. I can’t remember a lot. It all seems like a series of quick glimpse of my past and something else violent and angry. I dream about razors and pills soaked in a glass filled with bourbon. The heavy drinking may be a factor, but why do I see her? The purple unicorn that is persistent to help me.
“You know I’m right here, right?” Twilight says as she looks up to me as I rub my temples attempting to relieve the throbbing head ach.
“Yeah, I do. I’m just trying to rationalize why I see a pony, which now seems redundant since there is no way to rationalize me seeing a f@#%ing pony!” She gives a apprehensive grin with her ears tucked back.
“Then her here is not going to help your rationality, is it?” She points her hoof at a pink pony with baby blues blowing on a kazoo ungracefully until she become out of breath.
“Oh, god! Not another one!”
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