I am tired.
my laptop is dirty.
and I had too much happy vodka.
on the drive.
so I don't know.
how many cups of coffee.
can cure me?
I was hoping you'd come around.
the radio is loud.
and I like it.
makes me think of the glass creek.
in Orlando fucking Florida.
and Jelly Munday.
whose getting married in xmas.
I've said it before.
and I'll say it again.
music and smells.
are time machines.
maybe in another life.
an old drunk I'll be.
happy at last.
sticking to boiled peanuts.
on the side of the highway.