The year was 1987, and I was all about working, striving, and having nothing but fun. I was also about fooling around, and just having a good time, if you know what I mean. I wasn’t looking for love, although the concept of it was “Eh… if it happens ok, if not, ok.” I didn’t care back then. I was 20 years old, and the social butterfly back then with not a care in the world, life was about one big party right after the other.
That day I remember all too well,
partying the night before,
and hung over the following morn,
when opening the store.
Just like any other day,
I wanted it to move fast.
There would be yet another party,
and I didn’t want to show up last.
Wishing my cup of coffee
was an intravenous drip,
its filtration wasn’t working all…
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