so what have i done?
on the walk home muy head was filled with poetry as it often is after this much spirits.
I thought about how you walked away. and i got sad. then i walked back in for mor bourbon.
I can't help but say things to these people right now in these times. teh promises were made. and her perfume, an d her perfume and her perfume. and all this bourbon swimming aoround in minde veins.
i'm captivated. and lonely. what am i doing to su? what am i doing to you? and me? i'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
can you ever forgive me?