I down my sticky-sweet drink and order another beer.

Beer, yeah, that sounds good.

I realize fully this is my second-to-last beer for at least a week.


Fucking.



I head to the bathroom for a piss and hear the girl on her cell phone.

Sounds like she's doing lines.

Maybe she's crying.



Sometimes the hardest thing to remember is that things really aren't that hard.

Sometimes all you have to do is think simply.





It's so much goddamn easier than I remember from day-to-day.

Today's horoscope:

"Why are you chasing rainbows when you have a pot of gold?"











Exactly.