Also, I totally failed at that “quitting drinks” thing. Just sayin’.
"I know it’s not a game / but it feels like losing when someone you love throws you away. / I’d fix it, I’d fix it, I’d fix it if I could."
Congratulations, Renegade Brewing Co. Your Redacted Rye IPA is my last beer (and alcoholic beverage) for a year—at minimum. #sobriety #marriage #adulthood
"Hello, my name is Kevin Johnson and I’m not sure if I’m an alcoholic but I do know I can’t drink and improve my relationship with my wife. Something’s gotta give and I’m afraid it’s you."
It’s been an interesting 28 years, booze. Thanks for the good times. Fuck you (and me, too) for the others.
I have the strangest feeling that I might get fired today. If so, “I’m gonna live on a mountain, way down under in Austraila. It’s either that or suicide …” (And it’s not gonna be suicide.)
"I watch you mingle with your scented wrists. / I track you like a tabloid journalist. / I’m taking notes on you."
My friend Jeff wrote this song. The lyrics are clever but a tad creepy or obsessive (but I love it regardless).
"In the first page in the book of blue it read: ‘If you read this page then that’ll be your death.’
By then it was too late and you would up on an island of shells and bones that bodies had left.”