Five p.m. Friday, made the easy choice: the Old Style sign at the bar across the street. I don't need the rent if I don't go home.
Mom's telling you to quit your shitty job, drinking after dawn with the only time you got. Dead end fucking job, dead end fucking mom, dead end fucking life, fuck my life.
So I drink until sleep and sleep until work, and I work until my head's hollowed out, and the coins dropping in just rattle around.
They're blowing our bodies up ten miles wide, picking up the pieces to find those who survived. Our lives have gone to shit, we're getting used to it. Keep taking what you're given until you're dead.
And later after all the whiskey ended in the gutter, I caught the bartender with one last cigarette, she said to me - you'll be riding the El, 8 a.m. Monday morning and there'll be faces and ties and mirrors all around you. All around you. You're beginning to doubt if you'll see the sunlight today, through the concrete and rubble and asphalt and steel, the glass and the mirrors and ties, all around you All around you. There'll be one little thought on your lips, one little thought, all you can do but scream.
And you'll say:
Why do I? Why do I? Why do I live this way?
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