Monday to Thursday, infer to the worst days, bleak like a desert waiting for water to reap, Friday the build up, the concrete holding my mind, keep it down with the street. After Thursday night, Light hittin ma face wakes me up get ma things into place – case sumthin crops up, need to be ready, busy days flowin steady, by the sun in the sky can predict the diary, when ma interior car mirror blinds me - time be bout 5 no more smokin, tokin, gotta stay choking, clear headed for the evening, believin that ma haunt will be heavin with ladies, anyways, when the clock hits 6.00 waitin for clicks, see which concoction where gonna mix, meanwhile getting dressed, in the mirror lookin slick, polish ma shoes then meet at ma local, already vocal from the vodka I total’d sittin waitin for da line-up proposal, cheap beer steered down our throats, playing pool and laugh at bad jokes, when we get to the final place, race to a cubical, credit card cutting, white fuel, more durable, checkout the finer discard the unworthy, dance with the gorgeous, leave the bull faced and sturdy, times tickin by startin to feel I can fly high above the bar far but I need it for alcohol, come back down for a jar, 10 pints 10 vodkas later louse almost hittin time to gather the kitty for bevy’s as many’s as possible for the binge at ma twins, where the real thing begins, things like e’s and coke, ten mins later lotta sniffing and noses stinging, by 8 in the morning like zombies lookin appallin, feel like crawling put on ma coat and walk home recover for the following evenings callin……………………….
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