Cheap margarita mix guarantees nothing, but I try
regardless. Stolen weed makes no promises either,
and guess what? I’m high.
Don’t quit on me! Rum mixed with beer can produce
a fairy of an idea, they’ve told me. Edit sober
I suppose. But no one really cares as long as it sounds
good off the tongue, if the hands are strong, and the fingers
know where to go. I don’t know. The iced coffee keeps me
grounded. Tomorrow the storm begins.