So, I thought the day seemed strange...

"Oh. My. God. My head is killing me," Rizzo thought to herself (She said it out loud too, but she was too hungover to notice.) She was sitting on a Baker Street sidewalk, leaning against a brick building while her tongue hung lazily out of the corner of her mouth. A drop of saliva rolled off her tongue and onto her hand which was perched under her head for stability. It didn't seem to be helping much though. Her head rolled right and left, whichever way gravity took it. It was almost like falling asleep during class when your head jerks and wakes you up, bringing you back from your colorful dream to the cold, dreariness of a classroom.

What seemed like hours passed as the bleakness of morning began to turn on Washington Heights. In actuality, only about 15 minutes had gone by and that bleakness was Rizzo's thought of starting life over... Again. After collecting the few thoughts she had, Rizzo slowly opened her eyes and noticed a disgusting green foam on her forearm. Hmmmmm... "Where is this from?"
She thought. "I am such a lightweight that my memory is completely gone. That is ridiculous. I'm screwed again. Back to AA..." Snippets of last night began to return to Rizzo. First, came the green goo. It was that wierd alien kid, Naublus! That nasty shit came out of his ears! "No, that's really not possible..." Rizzo thought, and she moved on. Next came the thought of Fil. She remembered the night's faint talk of his death. It seemed plausable at the time that it was all a joke. Kind of like that time he put his own obituary in the Washington Heights News. Anyway, Fil was an alright kid in Rizzo's book. Whenever he rode car #1, he smiled and offered to help Rizzo to roll up her sleeping bag.

Suddenly, Rizzo burst out into convulsive tears. She had worked so long and hard to better herself, to bring herself back from the edge of death. And it was all for nothing. The blueberry bagels with strawberry cream cheese sucked her back in.