out of distress
i made a phone call
had locked my keys in the car
about thirty days ago.

spent twenty nine evenings
shaking in my bed
eating nasty food
telling dirty stories
involving the railroad
and schnapps.

she picked up.
made me conjure up.
the courage to hang up.

my head went down
came back up
looked straight
a sign was down
in the bottom of the fridge
i could get some cans
tie them to the back of my car
then jangle them around.
like a kid with keys,
sitting in a shitty car,
with a drink between his knees.
Quote by ottoavist

i suppose there's a chance
i'm just a litte too shallow to consider
that maybe i've been a little more eager
each day to wake up and take a shower
brush my teeth and smile for the mirror