Bruh, I’m glad you’re out of the hospital.
"The Kentucky Derby Is Decadent And Depraved" by Hunter S. Thompson, Scanlan’s Monthly, vol. 1, no. 4, June 1970
I feel like a leech to everyone around me unsure and false promises I make.
I invade your existence with my dependence
and leave you guilt tripped until you take
care of me, for If not I will surely die.
I don’t feed or clean myself and I am always high,
putting pipe dreams before the necessities in life.
Without your help I have no hope to survive.
Now I know that sounds pathetic, that’s because that’s what I am.
So open about my flaws but it’s all part of my plan.
For If I can recognize my flaws you’ll assume I’m trying to change,
but I am lazy and disheartened and I know I will remain the same.
Taking all you can give me trying to live in excess.
You know you’ll make my life much easier, I’ll make your life a mess.
Squirm away stupid leech boy go and die now in the drain,
you speak only of your sadness but are yet to feel true pain.
we take the naps we think we deserve
I want to run away from my problems again.
Dawg, how I have friends is beyond me.
Played 71 times.
How’d another year turn out so bad?
"BUT WHEN YOU LIKE SOMETHING IT’S AN OPINION,
BUT WHEN I LIKE SOMETHING, IT’S A MANIFESTO.
POMPOSITY IS WHEN YOU ALWAYS THINK YOU’RE RIGHT,
ARROGANCE IS WHEN YOU KNOW”.
The moral of the story is;
Drink great craft beer,
Then kill yourself with Hamms.
Grand Rapids Brewing Company, where locals night everything is $2 and they give me free craft beer.