sat on a mound of trash watching the cars pass by on the local interstate last night. its something i use to do all the time through my troubled teenage years. it was nice. a cool brisk night. lite mist in the air. the only sound was the traffic of cars.
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
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