try to tell it like it is. i drank too much this evening. a bottle of white and a can of lager. the day was long and it consisted of avoiding my father who thinks i bring up my children and my bereaved nephew badly, that they are too free and i am to liberal. so i drink because it is all too much. my life is like something out of a Charles bukowski novel except i am not whipped on a daily basis. maybe i was when i was small. i cant remember.
ok so it's not he great depression but times are tough. money is like a constipated fountain. it doese not spring freely and there is not enough.
the people in my life are generally messes they are wrong and not right