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....

Comments

It does blow... drink the Jameson, cherish the memories, drink the Jameson, cherish the memories, drink the Jameson...

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