Whiskey and english homework.
I’m losing the games. My body, it puts me to shame. My mind feels like it’s broken the piece off that it didn’t need. Now that piece is just floating around to various empty spaces in my body. It’s in my bloodstream, it’s in my muscles. It’s in my bone marrow, and now my cartilage. And it’s a dead piece of brain that I can’t sweat out. Seems my pores...