Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2015
I tell myself I'm sick of doing shots and then I wise up and do a shot of brandy to calm my qualms. After lighting another cigarette I forget all about what I was telling myself in the first place.
Justin S Wampler
Written by
Justin S Wampler  30/M
(30/M)   
314
   Cecil Miller, Arlo Disarray, 1487 and B
Please log in to view and add comments on poems