Intoxicating Visions

I sit solitary at midmost point in a solarium in a lobby of my position of lodging, looking atop daffodils and dark pink orchids.  A faint odor of hot oil and crispy brown cod hung from winds south bound.  Solar light dipping into a sultry, pink horizon as I sit thinking of what to do that night coming.  I had stuck around this location for, at minimum, four days but it was hard to know with all of that libation that I had drank.  Alcohol was good for my soul.  It would rasp filth from my mind and drop my body into dazzling dormancy.  Hallucinations of far off lands furnish my liquor-coma downward of lush buddings.
Clouds of light start to swirl around and play with my mind.  An abnormal and comforting calm surrounds as I sit and push-on in my alcoholic jubilation of what was coming into my world.  $10,000,000 was forthcoming and I couldn't count on anything to cotton to in claims of thrill-building that was anything colossal.  Good things occurring all around and my bad history was oblivion bound with card in hand and a gunny sack at it's boots.  Poor was an annotation that I could now avoid and nothing, short of calamity, could ruin that.
Sin City had shown that it could allow a habitual vamp, yours truly, to pass as an inhabitant of a dark, stinky bottom of a drum of pain and intoxication.  Nothing much would I not try.  Pills of various colors, a cornucopia of liquid burn, unknown dusts of crystal-snow razor trimmings.  If it was illicit, I had probably drank, drawn in, or shot it not long ago.  All sorts of fatuous visions cross my mind as I sit back and watch starry, flashing lights from aloft.  I drift off and away.  I drift for days.  I drift.
Formations of things in my brain, a flying start towards what lay in front of your narrator, clutch my thoughts as I kick off into my somnambulism that always grasps my intoxication.  I had no hint as to how far I walk whilst in this form.  I would soon sojourn to a pub again in this location in my mind, drowning my conscious brain in that charring, glassy swill.  I couldn't swallow bourbon, but vodka was a constant companion now.  My gizzard was still functioning and as long as it was, I would carry on drinking until I pass out or alcohol poisoning took hold, no mind of which would possibly hit first.
I can fancy that I track my way to a bar on a highly lit road, but upon rising I found I was in a casino sitting along a craps station.  From looking, I was up around $250.  I don't  call to mind playing, but I had brought about a tiny windfall.  Hazy ambulatory gambling was an au courant skill, akin to a child savant.  It wasn't a goodly amount that I had won, but it would pay for my drinks on what scrap of night was still in hand.
As I look around this sparkling and disgusting floor, I can distinguish a faint glint of first light against argon horizon.  I grin a bit as I flash back to what I can draw forth of last night.  Fuzzy drips of crystal liquids down my throat on so many occasions during my tribulations had drawn up stomach holdings from a hasty look down my pants.  A splash of an unknown concoction on my cuff had my mind trying to pull back a list of what I had drank last night, but I was blank.  Most of last night was that way though.  Nothing wrong with that.  Just a bit odd for my usual habits.
Skylight was strong at this point and I was apt to go to my room for an upturn back on that wagon.  Now, I fall on my bunk and drift again in a way not as from last night.  Visions start to fill my mind and I calmly float away to Nod.  Tomorrow I start it all again...<p>