Musings of a Drunken @#$hole #4

A ragged little book with my nonsensical musings. That’s all I really need.

Beer stained and wreaking of stale pretzels. Sounds wonderful, doesn’t it?

Would you believe some people would call that gross and pathetic?

Me, I prefer to think of it as a treasure chest of revelations; located at the bottom of a toilet. Once you get over yourself and stick your hands in, there’s no telling what you’l find.

But that’s how it is with most things isn’t it? You have to run the risk of getting shit all over you, if your ever want to get to the meat of the matter.

Of course, this point of view might only be temporary. After this next drink, I’ll could feel completely different.  Well, here’s to self discovery.