I watch them all from my state of sobriety, and I am far from impressed. All of them, their all counting on the same one thing – to find a temporary companion to while away the night with. Me, I am happy leaving alone. I am happy taking the long drive home, alone, with the window down and my music loud. I am reluctant to become one of them. No, I won’t do it. I won’t trade my dignity for a strangers touch. I won’t become another number and I won’t, I will not, trade my right mind for cheap liquo…
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Posted on August 10, 2009 at 10:27pm — 2 Comments