Drink every time you read a word.
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on a Monday night.
‘i have a question,’ was the text I received holding two-seven off suit.
I parked my car two blocks away from heaven.
Part of me wishes that when I beat the drum it beats me back.
It’s time to make another bad decision.
Somewhere between Hialeah and Hell.
What are the odds that it might strike me?
You sacrifice flight but the sky comes along.
When an angel cries, I don’t.