There is this sad
slow
drag ass feeling today.
I still do not have enough money to get out
of here.
Stuck.
And.
And I still don't have the money
I owe that dealer
who hooked me up
that one time
because he thought me
the type to never burn someone.
Well.
Thats how it goes sometimes.
Not that I don't feel bad.
I just don't feel too bad.
Christ
how much money have I given every damn dealer
in how many different states?
I'm sure I support their little children.
I pay for their new babies formula.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
Maybe their on some bad kick too.
Who knows?
I searched and scoured the couches today.
Getting together enough to get a pint
of some cheap ass bourbon
and I did not fill the ice containers
as usual
so that means I got to buy ice too.
Lazy.
Fucking lazy.
So.
Bourbon.
Ice.
A little water.
If I drink enough of this shit
I might be able to pull something out of my ass
and make something of this day.
