In my house... Trash hits the floor and stays there until I pick it up. Things get moved and knocked over, others step over them and keep on going. Beer bottles have taken over every container in the yard, both front and back. Beer bottle caps are insidious, everywhere you look there they are: under cushions, in chairs, behind anything you move to clean. I have stepped on them and about broke my neck. The floor is in places sticky with spilled beer. They stand out when mud caked boots trod over them. Trails of dried mud lead in and out the door and thru the house. The bathtub looks like it belongs at some frat beach house. White towels thrown on the floor stained red from clay caked shoes. Dirty, mortar soaked jeans line my sofa. My roof is tattered and torn, God has angels stand over it with umbrellas during storms of that I'm positive. The kitchen worked in, yet never cleaned. Food left out because of a myth about refrigerators. Some days I don't see any of it, this isn't one of those days. Today it all makes me sad, very sad.
Tonight? And drunk again...naturally.
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