As I sit here drinking my coffee and eating cold pizza, the wind blows across my porch, its 7:30am and I want a cigarette. Not because I need one (I don’t smoke any more but I will always be a smoker at heart and I miss the 20 beautiful moments everyday) it just would fit the moment nicely. My dog cuddled up against my leg, she hates it when it’s below 70 and I think to myself for a cynical fuck I got it pretty good.
Oooo bocce starts tonight. One more night of drinking and playing with balls, I need that like a hole in my head but damn it’s a good time. Like I said, I got it real rough.
That’s all.
Have a good Monday.
