drinks

People keep asking what I do for a living and I keep saying that I don__ believe in making a living. That it__ a concept that has been twisted. I tell them I believe in making a life and money is a distracting object if there__ anything left at the end of the day and I just want to go on well. Make it through the day. So I smile and raise my glass and they laugh and take my hand, saying __ere__ to the youth_, pointing at me. And I might just be youngand naivefor I still believe in the freedom of choiceof how to spend your life.So they toast to the youth, who still think she__ free, and that__ all fine by me.

Tonight, I decided to take a stroll down to my local liquor store. Maybe I__l find a refreshment to wash down this full moon. I hate showing up & the clerk fucking knows my name, perhaps because I__ a regular. Anyways got my shit, left_barely covering the tax. Took the long way home; to get away from that haunting typewriter. Sat down at some park bench, as I started to open my poison; A memory rushed into me. A empty bottle of Jack Daniel__ under the Christmas tree. I thought my dad would want another drink, so started to pour my bottle into the dirt & cried.