Between        
the 9th      and 10th shot 
is the space 	where we met, 	Fucked and died together.
loved till we hated 
and hated till fury made us desperate
 for the parched flesh of alcoholic sin. 
Space where we spat, came and
croaked on the other has dried 
and left 
the mellow crust and ooze of our existence--- 
just enough to fill the glass.