Living on the edge
Have spent evening in a state of denial, distraction, drinking, and delusion. Here, on this side of the bottle, it seems unlikely that anyone here in this shithole bar will be the one to save me from this, from me, from anything. So, perhaps another night of livin the fucking la vida loca with this nameless nobody across from me will be worth tomorrow, and make forgetting yesterday possible. We can keep on trying, anyway.
