Try This 5.7

I woke up this morning in the bar, after hours with spit hanging out of the corner of my mouth. I was confused, I was tired, and I was about to throw up. I didn't remember why I was sitting in this corner dirty bar stool. The air was filled with stale Marlboro light and Bud light that expired about a month ago. I was confused why Brittney Spears was playing with 8 bikers playing darts. When I woke up with red watery eyes, and then I looked down to my lap and there my wedding ring. Stupid bitch, stupid, stupid, stupid bitch. She cheated on me but is throwing me to the curb. I stood up to use the bathroom and that's when I noticed how drunk I really was, the bathroom floor was stained with loss and regret. The tile was supposed to be white but was now a pale yellow, all the stalls had no locks and the one sink that worked was leaking yellow water. When I walked up to the cracked mirror with LGBT sticker on it and then I realized something, I wasn't crying because I was sad my wife cheated on me I was crying because I can be my happy-go-lucky self. I was gay and I wasn't able to really be who I was supposed too, I was always ashamed. my bruised, hard working fingers were sticky and now bleeding from peeling the LGBT sticker off the mirror. I put the sticker on my black and grey t-shirt that had a hole in the sleeve and a faded "I'm with her" shirt from our honeymoon. For the first time since '09 I can finally say that I was happy. I wiped someone's spit and possible gum off the cracked mirror and smiled at myself. When the bathroom door slammed behind me I felt my heart hurt, I took a deep breath that pierced my lungs, I knew that the stingy, and stagnant air was about to change my life once I signed my bill tab.