I am hiding in a corner of the bar. Patrick is hiding in the car. We are getting along alright, and by that i mean we have learned how to fight with each other. Sooner and sooner the moment comes when we realize how futile and stupid our arguments are.
We made $1 tonight...
I'm ready for bed, no... my bed. We keep making the mistake of staying with the bartender... waiting through last calls, closing time, the drunkest of the drunks, long after our 4 free beers are pissed out we are here in the dark corners stealing wifi from the air.
I am slightly cold.
Slightly smelling of cigarettes and the coffee i spilled on my sweater.
i am tired, but not in my legs or back,
mostly in my eyes and heart.
i miss you.
but i shall go on because we must of course... and I will leave you with some humor.
"i'm, ...so cold....
i'm a beeee!
i'm a beeeeeeeeeeee!!!