Okay, its been quite some time since I've uploaded ANYTHING. But I realized this week what the fire of my writing is, and I've returned to my drunken ways. I kid you not, it is the alcohol that inspires me, and it is primarily what has inspired this piece. Pardon any typos, grammatical errors, or spelling errors I present here for they are simply the fire of my writing. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- My best friend, always there in times of sorrow to hear my mournful song. Nothing stops the life of me, but sometimes I must drown it for a moment or two. Hate can fade away with time, but the scars will always be there. Drown away you listless memories of the past, drown away. Take the bubbles to my brain and never let me go. Deeper now than gone before, the life I've led is fading. I can dance away the tunes of happiness to kill the sad sad past. Who ever said a best friend would ever remain a best friend? I can have other friends who won't talk to me, but listen. The rim of the glass is soaked with my pitiful saliva, and yet I pour another friend to share my troubles with. Fading faster, sinking deeper, the sorrows are washed away. All that is left is the strangers in this bar whom I start all over with. I don't care about my sorrowful past but maybe someone else will, so I confide in these strangers here who confide in me their fears. My fears today are not that which I would run and hide from, but others say thats what I'm doing, but who are they to say? I pour another friend to share these happy times with. What happier times can I have without the sorrows of my past? They say I'm down and out, but I say I'm up and over, at least for tonight. Drown away you listless memories of the past, drown away. I hate to say it, but I think I need another friend to confide in, so pour another dear bartender, pour away my past. I hate this life I lead, and yet it seems so fun to live. What happens now can only add to the joy I feel. Pour another, for this dear friend has heard all that he can hear. Within me now, my dear friend will only starve my memories. Again I must say that I hate all those around me, carrying on like nothings wrong, who are they to judge me? Take away my troubles and I'm left with happiness. I am not as smart as I think I am, I'm not as cool as I once was, I'll never be the man I want to be, I can never just get things done. Procrastination, my dear friend, is what I came here for, but procrastination could be better done at home alone. Don't judge me for my drunkeness, judge me for who I want to be, for I will never be that person. Take away those memories so that I don't have to try at all.