StreetLamps

Chris Fong Chew and Yi-Ann Li

I had arrived almost an hour late to the party I can barely feel the thumping of the bass

that night. As I walked up, one of my friends beat through the door behind me. As the

walked up with a red solo cup and told me designated sober friend, I quickly lost interest

“bottoms up.” without much hesitation I down in the sweat and green-ish lights. I spent

much of the night watching the rest of my

As the night goes on I realize how tired I am, friends and making sure they never put their

and decide to leave. My friends decided to drink down. I kept an eagle eye on my own

stay and see where the party goes. I tell them cup, even though it remained untouched the