“‘I need to go home. Call me a cab.’
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I don’t know.”
I closed my eyes and sat on the curb. (Or was it the front steps?) I heard the door close behind me. When I opened my eyes a taxi was in front of me. I don’t remember what colour it was, just that it was a white man with a moustache driving. I managed to recite my address to him. My date asked him to take me home. He made me confirm that I had money. I reached in my back pocket and pulled out a $20 bill. I closed my eyes and assured him I would not throw up.
I wasn’t drunk. I only had two beers.”