I wake up this morning in my parents' basement--I've been sleeping there since Jolene took the kids and moved out of state--and there's all these holes in the wall. Everything has been trashed in my little makeshift bedroom. Who the hell punched all those holes in my wall. My friend Ronnie and I went out drinking last night, that's all I remember. I recall us down at Scooters having High Life cans. I had a few boilermakers too. Anyway, I musta tried my magic on three different chicks and got turnded down three times, maybe six times cause I think I gave each a chance to reconsider. The last I remembered, I was getting in my car, but when I woke up this morning, there's the car parked up on the lawn and pieces of grass torn up.So who punched the holes in the sheetrock? That's all I want to know? And who put the bruises on my hands? And who scrawled, "You're a God damn loser" all over the walls in my handwriting nonetheless. Who coulda done this. Oh, my boss called to say I'm fired.
2007-03-15
15:50:19
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