"life is like darts,"
the pretty, little drunk girl
said, *"the more you miss
the bullseye,
the more you know
how not to hit it."

i had two thousand dollars
in my pocket,
a full pack of cigarettes,
and an eight ball back at the hotel.
it was sunday.
i didn't have a girl,
and so i told the bartender
to line the shots up for us.

who said i'm even aiming?


* for my bullseye