all i wanted was a 40... but my roomate talked me into going to a shitty bar.

a total indy rock bar down the street... as soon as i got in there i was pissed at him.

i left and went to the 7-11 across the street and got a 40.

i was happy, riding my bike home and all i wanted was a 40 and sleep

10 ft. from the door i hit the curb and the 40 split the bag and shattered across the pavement.

now i'm somewhat sad.... .