for 6 years I’ve hidden behind a long beard but have always left my dignity, modesty, endurance and truth out in the open for everyone to see and for 15 years I’ve carried it with me as I shuffle my converse shoes down the sidewalks of profligacy.
why should I be the one who gets tossed in the streets for my belligerence when the bartender is the one who over served? I feel like I’m just getting started amongst the empty souls filling the empty seats and the glasses of self pity in front of them as they drain cup after cup into their hollow bodies
if you’re the drunkest one at the bar, you’re at the wrong bar