there she blows

As the fire dropped into stone the steam curled it's way towards the stars. whiskey spilled into waiting gullet. fuses explode on impact.

it had been coming for days. weeks. months. a shaken can left in the sun. exploding before bedtime. reigniting at midnight with threats of violence and declarations of love.

my clothing is not all that is absent. hours spent at the ceiling trying to balance the books. i'm out of my depth here. i have no precedent to tell me if any of this is a good idea.