The guy calling me Absinthe did so because he said I was beautiful and tempting like the drink. And vicious and destructive like the drink. I protested that I wasn’t wearing anything green, nor did I have green skin. “Not all drinks are served in clear glasses. And there are always fools that sip first, and identify in their suffering.” I think that was a compliment. I dunno. I tried to remember my name, but I couldn’t. So, I allowed him to call me Absinthe, but we couldn’t come up with a name for him.
5,313 words