life no obstacle

Drunk they roamed maniac, my goodness, they were unstoppable, heavens what elegance and wit, stairs no obstacle, boyfriends no obstacle, underwear no obstacle, fuck, life no obstacle, they were immaculate – if only the dumb world could see! – and heroes, alive with drink and pleasure they felt the energy of the world through their meagre biceps and to their very heartbeats that wilted into near-coma like beached fish beneath their slightly stained vests, every cracked beer like a mighty defibrillator to their sobering confidences. Though the structure of the night and its outcome could be foreseen by each they at least tried and it was all they had.