six hours

an eight-ball gone;
memories created;
memory is fading;
can’t stop creating.

i stay sober 18 hours out of the day;
i’d disagree with my ex who says
i don’t compromise;
i’d rather be fucked up 18 hours.

is there anything interesting left in this world?
i felt like i’ve done it all,
until i start drinking,
then i remember life is worth living…
for at least six hours.

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Currently living in Vietnam, teaching English, fixing the world's problems.

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