Those Poor Bastards
Another day, another mess of doldrums. And yet here I am, back in this place. Like a regular coming home to a saloon that burned down years ago.
So what's new pussycat?
Same ole same ole. Waiting for the boss to tell me where to go next. New boss is the same as the old boss. Drinking water over here boss.
Every morning is a morning closer to finally being done. Building the life I want outside of the only real life I've known since I was a boy. The past is prelude they say. I suppose we'll see. I'm going to sit on this stool, watch the walls in the place continue to crumble and keep trudging down the road. Tick tock, tick tock.
So what's new pussycat?
Same ole same ole. Waiting for the boss to tell me where to go next. New boss is the same as the old boss. Drinking water over here boss.
Every morning is a morning closer to finally being done. Building the life I want outside of the only real life I've known since I was a boy. The past is prelude they say. I suppose we'll see. I'm going to sit on this stool, watch the walls in the place continue to crumble and keep trudging down the road. Tick tock, tick tock.