There's just something about this place. This place is where the drunks and fucks think that they can go to escape from their lives. But they brings their lives with them. They bring their minds, their pills, their addictions, their troubles, their sins...
Outside I watch the old man collapse in front of the planter. To my right, two hookers are on their phones and computers trying to find a score. Everyone is getting fucked up. Down the street was another false alarm that invited 10 fire engines and three ambulances.
I helped pick up the guy that collapsed. He said he had bad knees and then sat down with the hookers. Another guest somehow stumbled down the stairwell to the men's employee stairwell where she attempted to shit in the urinal but then passed out on the bench where all the janitors asses sit when they change their shoes.
The days never seem to get better, just drunker. I get drunker, they get drunker and everyone pretends to give a shit about tomorrow. They get drunker, I get drunker. Every talks about making something of themselves. Or improving their lives or just telling me that their "other" has the addiction and how hard it is for you to deal with it, but you love them so much that you shit your pants and pass out with your beaver peaking out and your flab....ugh.
I've seen the...fuck it. I don't even want to deal with it anymore tonight.
Outside I watch the old man collapse in front of the planter. To my right, two hookers are on their phones and computers trying to find a score. Everyone is getting fucked up. Down the street was another false alarm that invited 10 fire engines and three ambulances.
I helped pick up the guy that collapsed. He said he had bad knees and then sat down with the hookers. Another guest somehow stumbled down the stairwell to the men's employee stairwell where she attempted to shit in the urinal but then passed out on the bench where all the janitors asses sit when they change their shoes.
The days never seem to get better, just drunker. I get drunker, they get drunker and everyone pretends to give a shit about tomorrow. They get drunker, I get drunker. Every talks about making something of themselves. Or improving their lives or just telling me that their "other" has the addiction and how hard it is for you to deal with it, but you love them so much that you shit your pants and pass out with your beaver peaking out and your flab....ugh.
I've seen the...fuck it. I don't even want to deal with it anymore tonight.
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