Whatcha need to do is....

is......first grab a bottle or two of wine. Then drink them within 2 hours. Next you take the dog out and text someone and then drop your phone. When you pick it up, you find the display no lnger works. What you do then is...get real pissed off at the phone because your favorite team..the team you lived and died with in baseball is not in the playoffs. You take the phone inside your house and smash it up in the basement. For some reason this is what you do the night you find out your team is eliminated from the baseball playoffs and realize you now have to go into a deeper depression for five months until March when spring training starts.

Some New Verse to Ponder

I Hate Myself



how's your bell-curve?

mine's right-skewed average low. very low.

and the river - she has grown very high.

fell from the sky.

and i'm wasted on cancer and nicotine - not like you.

yeah, you're wasted, full and drunk from too much rain

and pain and anger at tumors like me.

if it would make you comfortable, i'd jump out of this tree,

or maybe we could get married and be happy.

these few words could be the last we ever speak.

do you think, maybe, you could love me or like me maybe?

maybe you'd look at me, you'd talk to me,

we could marry, live in this tree.

but it's unlikely. you don't like me,

and i don't like me, and it's unlikely.

Nowhere

i'm gonna shout until i'm hoarse,

drink until i can't see, laugh until i can't breathe,

up here we'll be taller than the city.

Shout at the night, raise a fist to life,

forget if your shoes are shined,

if only for just one night

and our hearts have all been beaten and bruised,

and we're all pretty confused,

and we always expect to lose;

i'll explain it all to you through alcohol and simile.

If i talk and i laugh too loud,

it's becuase i'm trying to forget that i'm sad,

because things can get pretty bad,

but i'd like to believe that somewhere i'll find

someone who's going nowhere and we'll go there together