thousand shots of whiskey
Friday, Oct. 17, 2003 12:10 am
A hope of a good night turned into a sour one spent with two people I'm close to and their nasty bitch of a friend.
A hope of a good night turned into a rain covered malaise.
A hope of a good night turned into nothing at all.
If I had a thousand pills with a thousand shots of whiskey to wash them down, I would take them now.
last five:
A Winter Letter - Wednesday, Nov. 28, 2007
almost but not quite - Wednesday, Mar. 22, 2006
rural times, blue skies. it feels so warm over my hair - Wednesday, Jun. 01, 2005
smiles and gone - Monday, Feb. 07, 2005
I caught my love in North Carolina - Monday, Nov. 29, 2004