Late night encounters #13 Fact or Fiction
"I'm not angry, no wait I'm ANGRY AS FUCK. But I'm not angry at you: I'm angry at luck."
"A clean slate every time my focus is broken."
"Don't be surprised if I knock in the middle of night, with my bags packed.."
It's pretty obvious that what I don't kill with alcohol, I kill with anger.
I'm alone in a dirty hotel-room in the middle of the desert, all you can see is sand wherever you look. In the room itself you can see two large beds and a light that's dimmed down.
The TV is bolted to the table and your bottles of booz isn't going to fill you up unless you open them. So I take a curios step forward from my bed, tilt the blinds to the side and look out.. It's pitch black and all you can see is the fucking motel sign and the cashier sitting with his Iphone.. As I take a step back I reflect over what's happening right now.. it's crazy when you think about it.. You're in the middle of the desert, in a hotel that is not only dirty, but full of booz. What can you do? The obvious thing would be to down the booz and thereby waste your time efficiently. Also there's a big cooler on the floor, it's filled with motherfucking bacon.. what the hell are you going to do with bacon in a hotel room without a stove? Might as well toss it.. As my hand lifts itself to grab one of the bottles of beer I can't even manage to reflect over whats happening. It feels like destiny. Crack a bottle of booz and you shall feel it!
"A clean slate every time my focus is broken."
"Don't be surprised if I knock in the middle of night, with my bags packed.."
It's pretty obvious that what I don't kill with alcohol, I kill with anger.
I'm alone in a dirty hotel-room in the middle of the desert, all you can see is sand wherever you look. In the room itself you can see two large beds and a light that's dimmed down.
The TV is bolted to the table and your bottles of booz isn't going to fill you up unless you open them. So I take a curios step forward from my bed, tilt the blinds to the side and look out.. It's pitch black and all you can see is the fucking motel sign and the cashier sitting with his Iphone.. As I take a step back I reflect over what's happening right now.. it's crazy when you think about it.. You're in the middle of the desert, in a hotel that is not only dirty, but full of booz. What can you do? The obvious thing would be to down the booz and thereby waste your time efficiently. Also there's a big cooler on the floor, it's filled with motherfucking bacon.. what the hell are you going to do with bacon in a hotel room without a stove? Might as well toss it.. As my hand lifts itself to grab one of the bottles of beer I can't even manage to reflect over whats happening. It feels like destiny. Crack a bottle of booz and you shall feel it!