Tag Archive | drunk

2/13/17

2/13/17


Still drunk and foolish Knowing each sips leads to thoughts more barren and fruitless Liquor therapy, dare I say, is, so useless I use it for this, For those words, The ones that just hang from my lips. So much better spoken through these here fingertips. Verbally witless, It’s easy to witness, Even gets easier […]

6/21/16

6/21/16


You women are dangerous. Sitting here at my new recent watering hole-the one populated by the hipsters of Minneapolis. It’s also, conveniently, the closest late night bar to my lonely, basement, studio apartment in Uptown. I happen to enjoy these dive bars, a lot. This city is filled with people that feel the same way […]

4/27/16

4/27/16


Learning the specials of the hipster, local dive-bar so well I could repeat them to you. Not that I ever order them unless they’re cheaper than my regular Whiskey Sour. Still frugal as fuck. Always broke as shit. Probably because I feed off seedy little joints like this one for inspiration, and they won’t let […]

8/28/16

8/28/16


Whenever there’s a gaggle of soccer Moms on the dance floor, it’s the same scene. One is too drunk, laughing at herself and her friends while she kicks in the air the way her son Donny does at practice. One is too into the music, feeling herself and on the hunt for young men old […]

Back-logging posts continued


Things behind the scene for the book are finally coming to culmination. Until I can release any news about it, here are once again some older, random writings from the past. These will be popping up in the next few days. Enjoy.   Too drunk to deny you. Too in denial to stay sober. You […]