So yeah last night I decided to get outta the house and go have some drinks at my favorite dive.
I showed up late, it was kinda warm out and the beers were just as warm. Sitting at the back bar smoking and watching some old horror films and listing to some great Psychobillie music I thought would be the resolve to my sleepless night. But the warm beer and badly burnt burger I ate didn't sit well with me so I cut out earlier than I normally do.
Maybe it was the warm beer, bad burger or the fact that I sat there alone watching other have a good time but I just didn't really enjoy myself...
It seems totally unlikely almost impossible! I used run into crazy fun times anywhere I went, especially if I traveled alone. Now it feels as if I am that creepy old guy that everyone mocks as he wanders into the bar. I know I wasn't the oldest guy there or the creepiest guy the but it was the air of things that made me feel this way.
My hard luck is turning into bad times, and this has gotta change soon.
I showed up late, it was kinda warm out and the beers were just as warm. Sitting at the back bar smoking and watching some old horror films and listing to some great Psychobillie music I thought would be the resolve to my sleepless night. But the warm beer and badly burnt burger I ate didn't sit well with me so I cut out earlier than I normally do.
Maybe it was the warm beer, bad burger or the fact that I sat there alone watching other have a good time but I just didn't really enjoy myself...
It seems totally unlikely almost impossible! I used run into crazy fun times anywhere I went, especially if I traveled alone. Now it feels as if I am that creepy old guy that everyone mocks as he wanders into the bar. I know I wasn't the oldest guy there or the creepiest guy the but it was the air of things that made me feel this way.
My hard luck is turning into bad times, and this has gotta change soon.
panda_love:
*hugs*
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