Jameson neat
I'm sitting in a bar (doc watsons)- and the bartender just filled me up a glass of Jameson because I tipped him well- and I'm alone. And I'm so fucking sad. I wish I had someone to talk to... But I don't. There's no one. He drove me to this point... Him... Bruce... And I can't even talk to him. I don't trust anyone with my feelings.... How tragic. Good thing I have some form of self preservation. That slight bit is what's keeping me here. Drunk and sad... Just not better. Never better.
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