I’m no poet.
I’m just an dude with a pen. Sorry in advance. I’m an acquired taste. Call me old fashioned—my writing is heavily influenced by spirits.
Contrary to popular belief, I’m not a big drinker; I’m a regular one. It’s healthy. It’s a routine. And that’s all we need. A heartbeat, a drum beat, a dance, a drink. We’re all addicts. Some of us just don’t realize it yet.
Don’t pity me. Pity the pen. It could be writing the Magna Carta or signing some perky breasts. But no, it’s bleeding for attention across journals that are impossible to read and harder to care about. If you’re still here, stay. Let’s kill some time before time kills us.