Midnight Stroll

I strolled down the depths of a forgotten street and asked my fellow brother of humanity, Leaning against a brick building Of his own, “Isn’t it an enjoyable night, my friend?” He leaned over and grasped my arm. He whispered with Whiskey breath, “Every night is a good night, but the mornings are what bring us to reality.” I was startled at first, but looked into his glazed eyes and answered: “What is reality?”