Concert

Haven’t had anything to eat. Drinking drinking drinking. Beer wine wine wine wine margarita beer beer shot of whiskey, beer. I see a guy smoking a dab pen and I ask him for a hit. He gives me a hit. I give him ten dollars because I’m drunk and I’m sure he deserves it. IContinue reading “Concert”

Interview

Anthony asked me if I would answer some questions. I said, “sure.” And now there’s a full interview that you can view on his site: When initially stumbling across this young, self-revealed HS drop-out, writer’ Lou Rasmus’ WordPress site, formerly known as ‘Drink and Smoke and Fuck’ I was left a bit queasy. His writing,Continue reading “Interview”

Coffee Shop

Snuck a bottle of whiskey into the coffee shop. Ordered a coffee. Turned it Irish. Then I sat down and got drunk. Turned myself Irish. Now I’m talking to myself with an accent. Shitty accent. Sounds more Scottish than Irish. Or kind of Australian. I’m bad with accents. Good with getting drunk, though. Why isContinue reading “Coffee Shop”

I Don’t Remember

I don’t really remember yesterday, or anything from the last few weeks. I just know that my trash can is now overflowing with beer cans and there’s cigarette ash on my bedsheets, and joint roaches littered across the floor, and there’s cum in almost all of my socks. So I guess I’ve been masturbating aContinue reading “I Don’t Remember”

Candid

She said that she wanted to take a picture. She was in a good mood. Giggling at nothing. And She kept saying, “Lou! I want to take a picture.” So I said, “ok.” But I didn’t want to smile for Her picture. I was watching the waitresses walk around. Asses pulled up tight in theseContinue reading “Candid”

Drowning

I walked down to the beach this morning, even though I don’t live by the ocean. Or any body of water. I just walked until I heard the sound of waves in my head. The smell of salt in my nose. None of it was real, but it felt good anyways. It felt like IContinue reading “Drowning”

Under the Covers

I pull my body out from under the covers like I’m pulling a blade from my stomach. So hungover. Sharp pains on either side of my head. A weird sloshy feeling in my abdomen. But in this bed I feel safe like I am in a cellar with only one way out, that has aContinue reading “Under the Covers”

Do What You Love

Lost fifty bucks at the casino in five minutes. Fifty more in my pocket. Think I’ll save it. Well, save it until tonight. Then I’ll use it to buy drinks. And gamble. And buy more drinks. I feel like I do the same shit all the time. I guess I do. Oh well. At leastContinue reading “Do What You Love”