That's when you need a hook-up. A connection. Unfortunately, everyone wants to wait. Until the weight of now becomes a feather and it doesn't matter anymore. They assume that because you have biceps and that because you're somewhat handsome, you're good. You'll be fine.
But you're not.
It's like driving a BMW and living in a trailer. You go back to your singlewide and get swallowed by your insecurities. Alcohol is a gift and a curse, my friends. A gift and a curse.
It's time to make this morning tomorrow.
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A foul-mouthed, foul-brained aspiring screenwriter lives, copes, and complains.
2 comments:
That's a good piece of writing!
Spot on as usual. Make these more frequent! Long distance high five homes.
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