So I'm sitting here, right?
Mulling over the bad decisions in my life over a few or more drinks...
Which is worse, gambling or drinking?
At least I'm true to myself with my weaknesses.
Sometimes I feel like the 7th Stranger. A troubador for trouble, a bard for burglery of booteh.
I'm definitely, and easily, a wordsmith. Yet, I'm the Jim Morrison without the star power. Maybe someday...
I'm meant for bigger and better things.
Dare you join me?
Deep, dark piano lines are drawn, the shades are closed. The mental masseuse is now in session...
SING BLOO SILVER!!!