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martes, 06 de noviembre de 2007 a las 11:04 | Editar nota | Eliminar 
There comes a time when you have to look at the tabletop in front of you and count the bottles... empty. Drained to the fullest extent. So, on shaky legs we stand. We kindly pay our tab. We walk from the smoke and clamor, back out into a dark world.
Swirling in like an import on tap, the shadows of my past have once again been placed in front of me. It's kind of funny now, looking back at who I've been... compared to who I am now. Drink. At times, these days, I often want to cry out at the top of my lungs,
"WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?!"
I mean, honestly, this is just what I get for ever giving myself away.. haha. Drink. Nonetheless, here I sit, wondering what the path will look like when the time has come to head home. What was a straight (not-so-narrow) road... has now become a busy intersection. Red lights all around the grid. You know. That eerie anticipation, as each vehicle rolls slightly forward, as if asking permission to cross. This 4-way of death, and just as you say,
"Fuck it!"
your foot presses pedal to floor... You know. Yeah! Just as you get halfway across the intersection, your mind plays a vivid scene featuring the 11 o'clock news and a 4 car pile-up. Drink.
All I've ever really wanted is for Darryl Lamont Campbell to be the man from storybook romances. Dreams do come true, ya know! Drink. Ever since those days we had to announce to the rest of the class what we wanted to
"be when we grow up...."
Darryl has secretly wanted to be a sterling gentleman. 
Another one bites the dust. You can keep your fame and fortune. Keep your high praises. I'm just so washed out now... Drink.. and Drink a little bit more. I know I'm rambling now, but I promise these words all come together in the end...
Eight no-so-neatly arranged bottles stand beside me... and during those brief moments where the room has spun back to its rightful orientation, you'll see me take a step. Drink. The downfall of which, is only that, I may not even remember this in the morning. How could I ever expect to learn from this mistake. I know that when all is said and done, those cars at the intersection will make it through safely. Drink. Yes, I know that in due time I'll down this last bottle with no worries... Yet I also know, that this life I lead is tumbling. A fragile tower of bottle caps... that I just couldn't resist to push. Drink and belch. As one more bottle is sucked dry, I'll look down and see my life crumbling down. Someone, drive me home. I'm drunk.
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