Non, je ne regrette rien.
Walked into a bar last night. Despite balding and age, the stools stood up proud and straight. "Give me what sad people drink," I said.
Wide, stocky, fluted cup, scotch on the rocks. Liquid abuse. Just where I wanted to go: angry shadows, human islands, upright bass, untuned piano, smoke outside, strained singing, fingernails clawing on rock. After three cups left my hand for the floor, I got kicked out.
Realized then that I have a mission, a goal, a purpose to list something I like, at least once a day. Today I love complaining.
Wide, stocky, fluted cup, scotch on the rocks. Liquid abuse. Just where I wanted to go: angry shadows, human islands, upright bass, untuned piano, smoke outside, strained singing, fingernails clawing on rock. After three cups left my hand for the floor, I got kicked out.
Realized then that I have a mission, a goal, a purpose to list something I like, at least once a day. Today I love complaining.