I like my seat next to the tap, tap, tap… the faucet is dripping. Fuck. “Just gimme a beer,” I say to Phil, the bartender, and he gives me one on draft. Then another. Mix in a shot. Another beer. My gut is hot first, then my throat right before I vomit. Phil cleans itContinue reading “Tap”
Deadline, Deadline, They need Something Now… Like right NOW! Deadline, Deadline… Fuck! I think, I got nothing. But deadline, Man. The fucking Deadline! They need Something… Anything! But I still Got nothing. So I grab a beer, And I say, “Fuck the deadline.”
“I want to buy a boat.” She looks at me, head cocked to the side, and says, “with what money?” I stop, shrug my shoulders, then put on as confident a face as I can manage: “I have some savings.” And I say this, even though I know that she knows that I have noContinue reading “Birthday”
I need a drink To write; But I hate to write Once I’m drunk, Because Once I’m drunk I just want to drink, Drink, Drink, And not write. Because When I write, I don’t have a free hand to drink… Which is fucked. Maybe I need a straw.