My initial thought was to head on over to the liquor store, to by something new. Sex Little bits and pieces here and there, filled my mind with inspiration. Little bits and pieces here and there, filled my mind with inspiration. Back home, with my newly acquired treasure, I spent the rest of the evening chopping up soil and mixing in it some compost. She was like the Grandma everybody wanted, and everybody liked. Haven’t even opened it either.>
I decided to do something else, and headed to the book store. “Well shit, where’s the money come’n from?”
Sometime last night, I must’ve knocked over and broke my potted potatoes. On the news was nothing good as usual. I start on it. When I get there, it’s already filling with the smell of cigarette smoke, and kitchen fixin’s. It’s a quite little, single story, wood-shack. Once in a while I’ll get on stage next to the jukebox, and play a few cover songs for free drinks a few burgers, and tips. sorta. After a few Wayne Hancock, and Hank Williams cover tunes, I was drunk enough to switch to beer and eat dinner.
