dankrubis

Waking up still drunk from the previous night of debauchery is the absolutely the best state of mind one can ever hope to achieve in a lifetime. I felt like shit yesterday. Went to a bar, alone. I Watched the masses flirt with their women that I wished I was with, laugh at stupid jokes, slam shots of jager dropped in glasses of red bull, haphazardly toss metal darts at an old fashioned dartboard, possibly in hopes to show male donimance, and take home the woman in awe.

I saw the bartender. Time wearing thin on her body, apparent by the wrinkles gathering around her eyes and forehead. I saw her getting frustrated. Was it because of the usual asshole drunk at the end of the bar yelling for yet another manhattan? Or was it because she very well could be dead in the next 20 years, and after all this time she's still serving people she hates. Who knows?

But that doesn't matter. What matters is, well, me. There are so many people in the world that are lemers, rushing towards the edge of that cliff without a clue.

Eh, I need a xanax and a lorasett. Then I'll be happy to make the plunge.