The physician in your mind scrawls out prescription after prescription while saying, “This pharmacist will treat you right. He will cure all your pains tonight – Filling up your glass with Bourbon or Gin.” “Hey buddy, where you been?” You wonder to your sad self if there’s a better way to medicate. You dare when you’re sober to speculate: What could heal my pain? What could stop the rain in my brain that’s driving me insane? The answer is not in your hand my man. It’s not in happy hour specials or a great house band, but rather when you stand and say, “Hey you…Help me please.” You see the crime is when these peddlers of late night potions pour and pour to keep your little glass full while making your pocket book and worse your soul more empty. Do you see the pattern my friend? Do you know the end? What’s around the bend? I’ll tell you what I see from where I’ve been. It’s more of the same old shit different day, so what d’ya say we find another way to beat this? I know, I know. You can rock and roll while the hole in your soul continues to grow. Look at yourself, with your hopes on the shelf while you keep that black vinyl stool occupied. It’s your front row seat to where dreams go to die. “He’s a nice guy.” they say and you buy the lie that they have hopes for what’s best for you. You’re a sucker if you think that crazy mother fucker cares beyond the tips in his jar or maybe the cheap small talk he throws your way, like “how was your day?” or “let’s play some Steve Miller on the juke box.” Friend, this can end. Your greatest achievement doesn’t have to be your new high score on some lame bar top game where your name flashes in spaces one through four. There’s a door to more, so deny the next pour, drag your self ‘cross the floor and say “peace out suckers! I’m movin’ on. Bye Bye Brandon, Retro, Kyle and Jon. Have a nice life and wish me luck with mine.”
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April 27, 2007 at 4:52 pm
wow.