It has been a hazy couple of months for the brain.
drinking, chatting, bitching and smiling
All over town in the crowds living it up like I'm an itch you can't scratch.
The sparkles have been dusted off and the drugs have run out.
The pink wings are all in shreds and the eyes are somewhat redder.
Forget flying around every day of the darned week trying to fit more booze in my body.
I am back on the couch and ready to rock and write.
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