The soul of a drunk left to wander.
I just had the most aggressive fight with an ice cube tray… but I won. Moral of the story is, I won!
We’re feeling so anesthetized in our comfort zones.
At its best, life is completely unpredictable.
It’s coming round the bend.
If looks could kill.
My body is broken, yours is bent.
You can’t listen to me talk and go tell my story.
Drinking to mask an unmistakable slur.