Everything Fell Where They May

And looking up from the bottom always makes reaching for the top seem impossible..At the bottom, the top look so high and so far from my reach. I know . . . One of my last drunken memories was from an afternoon that went sideways. I was in my little town at a park known as Prospect. This was a usual or frequent place for me. However, my bouts with different crowds and arguments with different groups left me with an in-between feeling as if to be unsure why I was there and who would care or cause a problem for me. I was mainly a weakling. I could hardly stand, not to mention fight or defend myself.What the hell was I doing at Prospect? It was summertime. I believe this was somewhere near the month of August. Or maybe this was earlier in the summer. Then again, memories are hazy from this time of my life. So, my inaccuracies are common enough that I cannot confirm anything other than I was drunk at the time. I know that I was struggling to do basic things like, walk, or speak in a clear…