Over the first half of this dreadful decade, I've been played by women quicker than I can drain the comparable bottles of liquor.
******, fed, and left to fend off a debilitating mental disease dubbed depression, all alone, once again.
So I wander cracked sidewalks and pockmarked streets, in a vain search for meaning, or even something as simple as companionship.
But to no avail, I trudge back home, head swimming, body lost to the waves, another failed attempt at soothing my emotional hangover.