Drunk self is foolish. Reminds me that i haven't been filthy drunk since a certain eventful evening when i crushed, danced, flirted, screamed, ran away and cried in rapid succession. I twirled with the self, and swayed with the beats and i had fun. 
For now, i long to sit near your shoulder, slowly smoking a spliff as we admire the ancient building opposite ours, and watch the pigeons taking flight.