Half in the Bag
Typical Friday night with family things on my mind, but we stopped for a few beers and chicken wings to celebrate my mother-in-laws' birthday.
My wonderful brother-in-law added a photo of Jeff to his wall at the bar.
And it was on, bitch, pants on the floor, on.
I texted my buddy Pops - "Shots of Jameson now? Or writing tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow never knows," Pop texted back.
A shot for Jeff. A shot for Pops. A shot for myself.
"When are we leaving?" Kathy asked.
"Not there yet," I replied.
There are days when the whole things seems insufferable.
Nothing in the world prepared me for your heart. Nothing in the world I love more than your heart - your golden heart, golden heart, golden heart....
And so much to think about... Can you hear me? ... Jamesons with a beer back...foosbeall and my partner sucks now...another Jameson's...are these stuffed peppers okay?... man this blows...
Bruce on the way home...Knopfler as I write this...something needs to be there for inspiration tomorrow... but you know...tomorrow never knows.., and what are we without hope in our hearts?
I still think I'll write well tomorrow...
I wish I had one more shot of Jameson's though.
Nothing in the world prepared me for your heart. Nothing in the world I love more than your heart - your golden heart, golden heart, golden heart....
My wonderful brother-in-law added a photo of Jeff to his wall at the bar.
And it was on, bitch, pants on the floor, on.
I texted my buddy Pops - "Shots of Jameson now? Or writing tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow never knows," Pop texted back.
A shot for Jeff. A shot for Pops. A shot for myself.
"When are we leaving?" Kathy asked.
"Not there yet," I replied.
There are days when the whole things seems insufferable.
Nothing in the world prepared me for your heart. Nothing in the world I love more than your heart - your golden heart, golden heart, golden heart....
And so much to think about... Can you hear me? ... Jamesons with a beer back...foosbeall and my partner sucks now...another Jameson's...are these stuffed peppers okay?... man this blows...
Bruce on the way home...Knopfler as I write this...something needs to be there for inspiration tomorrow... but you know...tomorrow never knows.., and what are we without hope in our hearts?
I still think I'll write well tomorrow...
I wish I had one more shot of Jameson's though.
Nothing in the world prepared me for your heart. Nothing in the world I love more than your heart - your golden heart, golden heart, golden heart....
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