Week 7: Certain (0-0) vs. rhetoric (0-0) \\ Certain wins 5-3

rhetoric · 04-10-2014, 10:43 AM

Makers Mark on rocks, my favorite choice of Bourbon Blend
The buzz hit the brain on just my third shot in
Toxins rush my blood with each swallow I chug
Just to squabble with my confidants at Hollows End Pub
‘let the beer flow’ chanted amongst my friends
As drunken rants get sung until the function ends
Nothing tends to take the edge off like liquid brew
Toasting to the ones we love, or every love we ever knew
‘this one’s for you’ tonight I share the news
My wife’s pregnant with my son, this party life is through
Thank you Hollow’s End Pub for all the fun we had
Now it’s time to give it up, grow up and be a dad
Following claps, perhaps one more night can wait
A final celebration with the guys for old time’s sake
We drank until the room spun, twisted, & stirred
Sipped our whiskey fuel until our vision blurred
2:00 AM . . . bartender makes the last call
Bottoms up, slammed the glass down. . . ‘peace, im out yall’

. . . Staggered to the car across the parking lot path
Feeling good behind the crashing wave of 90 proof laughs
Threw my shoes in the back as I gasped a long breath
Turned the key, gave a final farewell before I left . . .

My hour commute back to the arms of my wife
As I drift off in thoughts, just thinking about life
Enticed by the idea of having a son at my side
While apparently numb swerving across the double lines
I’ll be fine, 2:45 I’m only 15 minutes from home
20 over the speed limit, while texting on the phone
Message sent, ‘hi hnoey, I’ll bee hom sooon’
Cracked the window to let the wind brush off the afternoon
Soon my eyes are heavy, lead weights pulling them down
Close em just for a bit, only guided by sound
Only seemed like a second before that moment of sight
The lights fled through the window so ferociously bright
Slammed the breaks, too late, a collision and crash
As I tilt my head back the light fades. . . away . . . then . . . turns black . . . .

The following day, my friends sitting on their bar stool
In disbelief as they see this on Evening 9 news

:::Breaking News Story:::Breaking News Story:::Breaking News Story:::Breaking News Story:::

In a bizarre twist of fate, a Brevard man was arrested and charged with DUI, and vehicular homicide following a horrific car crash at approximately 3:00am on Interstate 520 this morning. As it turns out, the man identified as Scot Avery, crashed into his own wife who was headed to Hollows End Pub after receiving a call from a mutual friend that her husband was there and may have been too impaired to drive home. Scot Avery was transported to the local hospital where he is now recovering. Mrs. Avery, pregnant with their unborn child was pronounced dead at the scene. Details of this story will follow after this. . . .

04-10-2014, 10:43 AM	#1
rhetoric Junior Member Join Date: Apr 2014 Posts: 14 Battle Record: 2-1 Rep Power: 9629	Makers Mark on rocks, my favorite choice of Bourbon Blend The buzz hit the brain on just my third shot in Toxins rush my blood with each swallow I chug Just to squabble with my confidants at Hollows End Pub ‘let the beer flow’ chanted amongst my friends As drunken rants get sung until the function ends Nothing tends to take the edge off like liquid brew Toasting to the ones we love, or every love we ever knew ‘this one’s for you’ tonight I share the news My wife’s pregnant with my son, this party life is through Thank you Hollow’s End Pub for all the fun we had Now it’s time to give it up, grow up and be a dad Following claps, perhaps one more night can wait A final celebration with the guys for old time’s sake We drank until the room spun, twisted, & stirred Sipped our whiskey fuel until our vision blurred 2:00 AM . . . bartender makes the last call Bottoms up, slammed the glass down. . . ‘peace, im out yall’ . . . Staggered to the car across the parking lot path Feeling good behind the crashing wave of 90 proof laughs Threw my shoes in the back as I gasped a long breath Turned the key, gave a final farewell before I left . . . My hour commute back to the arms of my wife As I drift off in thoughts, just thinking about life Enticed by the idea of having a son at my side While apparently numb swerving across the double lines I’ll be fine, 2:45 I’m only 15 minutes from home 20 over the speed limit, while texting on the phone Message sent, ‘hi hnoey, I’ll bee hom sooon’ Cracked the window to let the wind brush off the afternoon Soon my eyes are heavy, lead weights pulling them down Close em just for a bit, only guided by sound Only seemed like a second before that moment of sight The lights fled through the window so ferociously bright Slammed the breaks, too late, a collision and crash As I tilt my head back the light fades. . . away . . . then . . . turns black . . . . The following day, my friends sitting on their bar stool In disbelief as they see this on Evening 9 news :::Breaking News Story:::Breaking News Story:::Breaking News Story:::Breaking News Story::: In a bizarre twist of fate, a Brevard man was arrested and charged with DUI, and vehicular homicide following a horrific car crash at approximately 3:00am on Interstate 520 this morning. As it turns out, the man identified as Scot Avery, crashed into his own wife who was headed to Hollows End Pub after receiving a call from a mutual friend that her husband was there and may have been too impaired to drive home. Scot Avery was transported to the local hospital where he is now recovering. Mrs. Avery, pregnant with their unborn child was pronounced dead at the scene. Details of this story will follow after this. . . . Last edited by rhetoric; 04-10-2014 at 04:37 PM.