"life is like darts,"
the pretty, little drunk girl
said, *"the more you miss
the bullseye,
the more you know
how not to hit it."*
i had two thousand dollars
in my pocket,
a full pack of cigarettes,
and an eight ball back at the hotel.
it was sunday.
i didn't have a girl,
and so i told the bartender
to line the shots up for us.
who said i'm even aiming?
* for my bullseye
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 8:43 AM UTC
"life is like darts,"
the pretty, little drunk girl
said, *"the more you miss
the bullseye,
the more you know
how not to hit it."*
i had two thousand dollars
in my pocket,
a full pack of cigarettes,
and an eight ball back at the hotel.
it was sunday.
i didn't have a girl,
and so i told the bartender
to line the shots up for us.
who said i'm even aiming?
* for my bullseye
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