Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Convention/Shaker soaking

I soak the shakers, dump the rinds and peels, the uneaten olives. Drag another bag of empty bottles and empty time to the dumpster. I watch them stumble out. I've listened to everything they had to say, twice. The new jackasses act like the old jackasses. Running for the elevator, throwing up on the curb, bringing back a hooker and getting robbed. The conventions are back in town.
I soak the shakers, dump the rinds and peels, the uneaten olives. Drag another bag of empty bottles and empty time into the dumpster. I watch them stumble out. I've listened to everything they had to say, twice. I walk to the convenience store and buy a half pint because if I buy anything more, I'll drink it. More. Drink. The girlfriend wants snacks so I buy the full spectrum but she is asleep when I get home. The cats are willing to eat anything, but they are on a diet. I drink the half pint and the beer that is in the 'fridge. 30 pack, so I'm good for a bit. I/you have to  separate ourselves from you and me. And this writing is like a spiral downward of shit.

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