Two roads diverged in a wood….Man, Fuck Robert Frost, I drink and don’t give a god damn about the nature scene.
New York was the land of the bleary eyed fucker, the nowhere junkie, and the quarter cup of coffee.
Let the smoke settle in this abandoned hotel I call my life. Let the stench of commuter grief and train delays lessen in my time here on this vessel. I walked into this dive bar, with a bunch of long faced tyrants.
