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The band played soft as i set in the background. Their was no crowd, no fans, just sound and the fucking band. And me, Invisible in the back, where i could hide from all the mother fuckers and their voices, fucking voices. It was dark in the back, comfortable, nobody tried to hold my hand in the back. Nobody tried to breath down my fucking neck. No sweat , just me in the back...and Jack , Jack Daniels , a whole fucking handle.Jack, I tipped him back like gentlemen tip hats. Down the hatch , out the glass, Jack compliments my white trash, my motto. Wait , what am i saying ? Who the fuck compliments trash? ... Jack you fuck, thats who! So, Im drunk and feeling classy, real fucking classy. The waitress is taking orders but she walks right past me, bitch. Its a busy night in fuck town tonight, lots of voices, i dont mind, much . I assure myself that she didnt see me and i continue drowning my soul with whisky, cold . Another shot down the hatch, a full fucking glass, i wonder if whisky runs as smoothly down my throat as it does the throats of those mother fuckers with their voices. I poor another round, wrap my hand around the glass and lift it into the background. Its time for a toast, time to let my words coast, i let go and now im the only prick holding a glass in the air, but i dont give a fuck, cause im some sort of individual you know, some kind of classy. This is my toast, a toast to all the voices that toned it down and took the time to single of my sound from the rest of the crowd, Cheers! I gut the whole glass, fast, then i pat myself on the back, smart, great fucking toast. I laugh and poor another glass as she walks past , the waitress. she asks, How many glasses is that tonight ? I respond like a whip, Are you fucking drunk ? Its one fucking glass! I laugh and toss back the booze, smooth. She rolled her eyes, how cute. I pore another glass, one glass, another drink, i say. She looked pissed off, And tired. I asked her to take a seat, rest her feet. She looked out of place, the front of fuck town didnt compliment her face like the background did. Voices were shouting at her but she pretended as if she couldn't hear them. She was to far in the back to hear them anyways, gotta love this background, secluded. Anyways, she set down, in the chair next to me. Red top, skinny , smooth legs...it was a nice fucking chair. She didnt look half bad either, im some sort of funny, you know. She snatched the drink out of my hand, fast, bitch. She can have the glass, i got jack by the hand. She drank slow, smooth, but slow like she was in control. Anyways, im drunk and this girl is in front of me, staring at me , not threw me, straight at me , right into my bruised blues. Shes thinking, and I dont wonder what she is thinking because i know what she is thinking...
~Where did this voice come from and why is he sitting alone in the back, alone drinking this jack~

Look at this glass of jack in my hand, i should of snatched his bottle. This glass is fucking dirty but he doesnt care does he, i dont either, iv had worse kiss my lips, fuck it. I take a drink, yummy down my tummy, I love jack , so smooth, i call it my dirty rock water, hot. Another drink, and another, i emptied the glass, fast. Fast , Snatch! the bottle in my hand i serve myself another glass, not drink, glass! Im comfortable serving my self, it comes easy, especially when your a slave to the voices of fuck town, routine. ( Side Note : Bob Marley Stir it up is my sound at the moment, its all relevant, i promise , now back to you) . Id love to fuck this town you know? But He doesnt know a thing does he and why is he staring at me, straight at me, i know what he is thinking...He wants to fuck me, they all want to fuck me in fuck town, im use to it, my life . SoWhy am i sitting here , with this shadow against the wall, i should get back to work, fucking voices need drinks too... i cant afford to sit around, life doesnt revolve around leisure and whisky man, i need to make some money, cash, the night is growing grey and my boss is an asshole. No goodbyes, i got up from the table and walked back into my life, i could feel his eyes following me, warm...

She...


This is all relevant and im not giving you the choice to think otherwise ! Liveit2Love