beer and whiskey have killed my common sense and i am running on half assed instinct, adrenaline and alcohol, i sit at the bar with my back to the wall, watching the others as they laugh in commraderie at private jokes and shared humor, i am not one of the in crowd i am alone and always will be as i add daydreams to the desperation of my life....
Reason for writing:
cocktail napkin observation on a saturday night
Birth sign: Libra
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