Monday, May 03, 2004
Redemption Value
Perhaps I have had a bit too much to drink. Who knows. I do know, however, that I am not getting divorced, and that I am not 44, and that I have a full head (and face) of hair and no embarrassing tattoos, and that I did not snort cocaine and completely fuck everything up at practice tonight. And also my daughter is not twelve. My daughter is not yet a reality. No sir. I got shit down tight.
I bought a six pack of Old Peculier tonight. It cost as much as twenty-four cans of PBR. I had intended to drink a couple tonight, a couple tomorrow, and maybe a couple on Wednesday. After dinner, and after practice, and after the forty I drank at practice, I now find myself with an empty cardboard container and one hell of a joyless workday looming.
At least I stamped that fucking virus dead.
Perhaps I have had a bit too much to drink. Who knows. I do know, however, that I am not getting divorced, and that I am not 44, and that I have a full head (and face) of hair and no embarrassing tattoos, and that I did not snort cocaine and completely fuck everything up at practice tonight. And also my daughter is not twelve. My daughter is not yet a reality. No sir. I got shit down tight.
I bought a six pack of Old Peculier tonight. It cost as much as twenty-four cans of PBR. I had intended to drink a couple tonight, a couple tomorrow, and maybe a couple on Wednesday. After dinner, and after practice, and after the forty I drank at practice, I now find myself with an empty cardboard container and one hell of a joyless workday looming.
At least I stamped that fucking virus dead.
