Perhaps it’s when you graduate from pissing in public to shitting in public that you realize you have a drinking problem.
How you laugh the next morning and cry the next night.
Then come Friday you need a drink.
The Boredom has set in once again.
Deaf to the wind in the trees.
Blind to the light dancing through the curtains.
Only feeling the perpetual, insurmountable pull of gravity.
And the clock that will not tick fast enough.