Saturday night fever #1

getting ready.intentions in order.no good intentions.neither bad.
picking up the phone.i ll be there.i found you.i need something to drink.
i ll go and get some wine.a great night for wasting time.empty words.
trying to communicate.empty words.i ll see you later.the wine is over.
i ll get some more.rolling up and down.meeting friends.eye contact.
meeting strangers.feeling awkward.not comfortable with myself.
put some music on.isolation.booze .beer.wine.nicotine.the story goes on.
the phone rings.i ll come over soon.the phone  rings.i ll be right there.
long road.awfull gig.glad to see you.really glad to see you.infecetd by the poison.
seeking for something special.i found you."come on over my house so we can
play some music".you knew about Avail.i m gonna fucking cry.youre the only
person ive met so far that knows about "front porch stories".fucking ace.
So where do we go from here?the music's on."trusty chords" out loud.
singing along.talking to you.not that much to say.a waste of time.
nothing special over here.i ll go for a walk.or at least thats what i thought.
pass out somewhere in the middle of nowhere.8 o clock.im half dead.
someones waking me up.i dont know you.i ll get the chance to meet you.
a guy from russia.he wants to know if i m on drugs.i was just drinking to forget.
or at least thats what i thought.he talked.we talked.a nice guy.we waved goodbye.
found my way back home. a friend is willing to share some emotions.roll a big one.
inhale,exhale lough out loud.roll another one.feeling fucking dizzy.get some sleep.
wake up.another wasted night is consuming you.a great accomplishment.i love myself.