Flash Prompt: Be a Beatnik

I just sort of fell into a bohemi­an lifestyle. It kind of just hap­pens when you’re 23. In search of the next great party.The next great band. The dive bar of the moment, soon to close after too many fines for after­hours busts. I fell into it, and the beds of my lovers, that become crash­pads and some­times love nests. I fell into it, when­ev­er I was sud­den­ly sin­gle and need­ing a couch to surf upon, or a writ­ers den to com­mis­er­ate in over tar­ry cof­fee and spit licky smokes. I fell into it, when we scrounged togeth­er our mea­gre earn­ings for elab­o­rate din­ners of indi­an cur­ry. I fell into, when we brought back emp­ties for our next 12 pack of cheap domes­tic. I fell into it, when I shared a mag­num of wine and a half pack of smokes with my con­tem­po­raries. I fell into it, out til 3am, with an after­par­ty til 10am fol­lowed by brunch and a nap, only to get up at 8pm, show­er and do it all over again. I fell into it, and walked away, and now i’m look­ing back.