I typically don't write about good things because I usually don't have that many good things to say. But right now things are good and it's rare. But I kind of like when things are bad. It makes you work up a sweat that you enjoy. I don't know. It's probably the alcohol and cigarettes talking.
Usually it takes a day or so to write a piece because I'm too busy editing details for whoever the hell reads this. I write here because I'm too lazy to write in little notebooks in my back pocket that end up in the washing machine. But I don't care that much. This time I'm just gonna leave it as is. No edits. No deletions. It's raw and real. But I've gotten to the point where the whisky has taken hold of my finger tips and I'm at the mercy of it. See you soon.