Fucking foul mood today. Work lasted to long. Wanted get home to my stash of whiskey and cigarettes. Just surly. No real reason. Don't know what my problem is.
Wish I felt I was as good as people seem to tell me am.
Now I'll bang drums and rock some guitar. Maybe the noise will help my headache go away. Maybe the whiskey and smokes.
Wish I felt I was as good as people seem to tell me am.
Now I'll bang drums and rock some guitar. Maybe the noise will help my headache go away. Maybe the whiskey and smokes.