Sobriety
They made cans last for days, and in the resulting periods of sobriety they wondered how their lives had gone this way. Colin didn’t understand why nobody else in the apartment talked to him about anything except their landlord, and he wished he were more charismatic like Marco. He wished his name was more exotic-sounding, too, because at parties girls could never remember it for more than a song or two. He also thought about that blacksmithing class he had dropped halfway through.
“Am I really a city person?” he asked out loud one day, but no one was around to answer.
