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The Drink Hits My Lips. Where Have You Been, My Friend?
I’ve missed you more than you know.
It’s been a rough fucking day, mother fucker! Why have you taken so long to show up? I told you when shit gets rough, be here! And when I mean to be here, I mean right now!
What? Fuck you!
I know I said I was done with your ass. Don’t I always say that shit?
You know I do, so why do you act surprised? You act like you expected different from me. Oh, wait, you did? Why?
Because I told you this was the “time” it would work? The time that everything was aligning in my life until it wasn’t? Is that why you thought it would be different?
Wait, what? You haven’t even drunk yet, but you are thinking about it? Jesus Christ, dude, seriously? Don’t you exhaust yourself? Why do you keep punishing yourself with this overthinking bullshit?
What? I’m being mean? Am I? How? Me telling you that you need to get your shit together, stop talking, and start doing? What’s wrong with that?
What the fuck?
You think I don’t understand? I do understand you ass wipe! That is why I am here every time you decide to belly ache and bitch about how hard life is or what new plan you have to tackle…
