I just sat there, on the curb outside the liquor store with a swig of beer in my tall can. I wanted this can of beef to last at least until I could pick up the pieces of myself that I had lost so long ago. Unfortunately, beer gets warm and it'll take a lifetime to find the me I lost along the way.
There's nothing more to do but to down this can and ....get another;but how? I'm broke, ain't got no job, and I don't know where my next dollar will come from.
I use to be the one walking past the winos giving them 1's,5's and 10's sometimes; leaving drive thru windows shelling out burgers to the needy. Now look at me.