twenty four years
and i never thought it would happen so soon
that i would need a drink just for something to feel
straight, no chaser
human condition, not tradition
i decided not to learn today. i'll blame it on a bad battery and the arbitrary dependency for a car.
too sick to ride the miyata. and the heat is never turning on.

we're still young. hiding behind scarred up skin and a growing gut. repent! in this sacred house where holy water flows for two dollars a bottle and all my friends are feeding. i have a friend whos shoes are the center of his own attention and a friend who will drink until there's a bathroom mirror bleeding. and they have a friend who wishes death and dreams contained less negativity. or maybe some lsd. i'm not looking to make friends with that girl but right now shes buying me a drink.