What’s another shot?
What’s another hit?
Tonight we’re meant to forget.
Tonight, hasn’t even started yet.

I’m so far gone.
Looked at the clock.
Checking for the weather.
Why was I going outside again?
Doesn’t matter anyways,
Its 10:30 degrees.

There’s a ****.
Who left it lying around?
What’s it’s name?
Warrior Bill or The Black Knight?
Whatever.
I’m gonna pack my ganga tight.
And now the people gather around,
Ripping Pro K-tearing his bowl pack down.

Where am I?
I must conserve electricity.
I’ll blow out this candle.
Now I’m cold.