it is summer and there are flies

so i am having a drink. the drink is dewar’s, bitters and ginger ale. it’s called a dark and stormy. and since it is summer and there’re flies, i am up walking around my apartment. scratching, swatting. smoking. lighting candles, putting them out; spilling the wax, cleaning that up. i’d use bug spray if i had it. anything to get rid of these flies. outside it is raining and there probably aren’t these flies, but i’ve been inside and i’ve been working all day and as i goto pickup my drink, i see a fly has flown into my drink and died. shit. i’m not going to drink that, drink flies. (fish ‘em out, yea, but what’s the point?) so i goto throw my drink away, see, and i am looking at the fly and i see that it is not one fly in my drink, not one fly but two flies. i see that i am looking at two flies lured by the sweet sugary ginger into diving headfirst into a toxic pool that is my cocktail at 1:30 in the morning when flies aren’t what i need (at least they are together.), and i goto throw out the drink and i start to think (at least they are together, at least they have company. besides it seems…),why should i be throwing the drink away at all? i’m not going to finish it at this point, it’s full of melted ice and gnat guts. (company?) but i start to think, (why throw the drink out? who needs smoking, and pacing and swatting? lighting candles and scratching.) anything to get rid of these flies. (it’s shit.) i set my drink aside and i sit. i don’t smoke, i don’t scratch. i just sit and watch, alone or in twos, as the rest of these flies dive inside my scotch and die.