"Now then Mardy Bum
I see your frown
And it’s like looking down the barrel of a gun
And it goes off
And out come all these words
Oh there’s a very pleasant side to you
A side I much prefer"
I was told to not give up on drinking today by an adult authority figure.
He did tell me, though, not to use it to drug myself and of course, I’m not going to drink my emotions away. He said to take those wine tasting classes in college where I can create the perfect wine and cheese and olive match up of food and alcohol.
I’m THAT kind of good tasting, mmm this is so damn good kind of food person so I think that would be really nice.
I have this image of me mid way through college, strollin with an empty side bag slung over one shoulder and a bent wrist with a cig in hand resting over the other. Having just thrown the contents of my bag onto my floor and grabbing only my electronic devices and some supplies, I’d find myself a park bench and draw the life around me. Disheveled. Restless. Sunglasses. Ugly, unmatched, printed, murky colored clothes. Charcoal pencils.
Disheveled looks and charcoal pencils. That is my future.
