I like to watch the stars, because they all have a purpose, unlike humans. The world spins but we can't feel it, so what's the point? Why bother? You see, one day, everyone will die, the world will die and there will be nothing or no one to remember all the tragedy all the loss, all the victory's and all the triumph, but I ask again, what's the point- because one day we will be swallowed into the infinite universe and we will see nothing ever again- nothing but darkness. The world surrounds me and I feel the peace of darkness. The trees obscure the moon and twigs poke my back, the wind whistles and my eyes flutter. The snap of branches startle me and I look to see Damien sauntering toward me, a joint in his hand.

"Hey loser" he laughs, laying down next to me "What's going on?" He passes me the joint and I shrug, because I don't really even know.

"Staring at the infinite I guess" I take a drag and feel my brain slow down, no more double guessing, no more fear, no more thinking. I lay there and stare at the boy next me, sucking down the joint as fast as he can, and I think I'm in love. But probably not- I'm just high. I down some more peach schnapps and start to cry, because everything is so beautiful but so ugly at the same time. My world starts to spin and I turn to my side an vomit- because I'm not a drinker, but whatever makes you numb right?

         The night grew darker and the stars grew brighter and the world sunk into silence. My brain clouded with pot and my body warm from the liquor, I sat in silence and I felt true love and true loneliness at the same time. Damien pokes my arm and I was drawn out of my trance.

     "Stop thinking so much."

     "Not a choice pal." I chuckled, pulling his blanket over me. He just looked at me for a long time. I tried to forget that this had to end, that summer had to end, that my life had to end. As if on cue, my dad comes tumbling toward me, bumping into the trees.

      "What the fuck are you sling out here?" Dad yells "are you drinking?" He slurred

      "Your fucking drunk don't preach to me" I groan, suddenly feeling brave. Probably just the liquor. Damien flinched when my dad walked closer.

     "Hey faggot" he growled and Damien got up and left. My dad turned toward me as I stuffed the schnapps in my backpack. He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the house. We stumbled along the crooked path together in silence. I turned to look back at the woods as we surfaced from the trees, and I felt like I should just kill myself.

      The show started when we entered the house: the screaming, the throwing and finally the slap. My dads smart like that- he never leaves a mark. I sneak off to my room when he passes out. I lay there and gulp down more schnapps and I can't stop thinking that I'm just like my dad- and that I'll end up like him, useless- pathetic and most of all, a drunk. I finally pass out and when I do, I dream the sweet bliss of nothingness.