I was fifteen
and the liquor store owner walked up
swiftly behind me,
asking, you been pegging out here boy?!
No, I stammered,
keeled over sideways drunkenly,
pushed a water bottle of tequila
into my backpack, slurring,
I just wait for the bus here senor.
and I pulled out my bus card,
but the owner pulled out his knife
and identified me also
as the little rat who had been
pocketing flasks last week.
consequently, I ran away unsteadily,
in the direction of the other liquor store.