It is work to rebuild this ego everyday. Coversations with strangers, glances and smiles towards nameless dames. Fame growing as the hours go by. Putting in over time with inibtriated conversations at these bars. My scars make me mysterious and intriguing. Head shots lined up but cautios when pulling the trigger. Sights obviously set on something better and bigger. alas to no avail. Back at home and drunken thoughts of you start to creep. Like drops of acid deteriorating all the progress i put forth that day. The ego ends up shattered to pieces scattered all around the floor. Once more i fall asleep a broken man.  Looking forward to tomorrow and trying to rebuild from scratch.