I'm drunk, pretty drunk(well drunk enough to write this), and as I'm laying on the counter I can't help but notice the beauty of life.
It seems kinda odd considering I'm smacked up and writing this at like 3:00 am in the morning but life's been good lately, I mean gotta good gig going on and I can't be worse of than the next guy but damn.
I don't know why I always get a deep sense of belonging when I'm fucked up, it's like a little angel on my shoulder whispering that everything's gonna be alright
Even though I'm in a shit storm of headache's, heartaches (God knows I've had alot of that) I always manage to bounce back.
I hope the future will be okay, or that I've live long enough to see it see ya later.
