Wake up. Light Cigarette. Drink Whiskey Sour. Repeat.
What do you do when your daily schedule has become an exercise in some sort of study of the typical American Veteran.
No job. Disability pay. Alcohol. Cigarettes. Anger. Hatred. Repeat.
When everything becomes nothing more then a minor blip barely noticed through the haze of intoxication.
Drink. Smoke. Repeat.
Comfort in a bottle. Comfort in a draw of tobacco. Asthma and COPD that I know will kill me if I keep smoking but of course I keep smoking. Addiction is harsh. Life is harsher.
Wake up. Pretend that life is still there. Repeat.
Thursday, November 06, 2008
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