A cocktail wasn’t wasted. No one got bitch-slapped(even though that would have been great. ) Instead, a pretty girl in a black wrap dress broke a silver hoop earring and finally vented all her frustration with her just-not-that-into-you lover(that term sometimes means quite the opposite.)
All my rage, desire, pain spilled out on an Oakland street, getting behind the wheel with a wine-induced buzz, rolling down the window to get in one last word.
You were right. I’m not for the weak-hearted.
And the curtain drops.