tapping foolishly stiff drinks at his occasional solitary parties, buzzing bliss and hazy slumber hide amid open-minded laughs, rhymes and fully overwhelmed sensations
now a useless invisible creature wasting wisdom to the ****** core his blurred remaining human pride heartlessly bruises his memories, and roams the depths of his pain
Considering the propensity of some people in pain to discover solace [and amnesia] inside of a bottle.