ineedtocomeup

It was her birthday. I made plans. She messed the plans up. I got pissed. She still wanted to go out. We went to the bar. I didn't want to be there. It was a haze of Bushmills, Guiness, Red Bull and Grey Goose. We fought. For hours. Passed out. Woke up this morning, we were still both drunk. We made up. I fucked her brains out, bought her pancakes and dropped her off at home. I made it to work early and settled a divorce before 10:00 a.m. Still fucking punk rock after all these years. Its a wonder I'm still alive and sitting upright.