She drank the whiskey, I chose the water; yet I still got tipsy staring at the girl with an absent father.

No liquor have I ever drank to feel this way and it may not last forever, for I’m just another prey.

“It’s time for y’all to leave,” the bartender loudly screamed. The bar will close at 3. It’s time to stop this dream.

No words that I could speak to the greatest of all thieves, for stealing all the self-worth that any man deserves to keep.