“Hey, James, come out and drink till you can’t stand up”
I really shouldn’t do that.
My dad thinks I’m a maniac—every morning this week—
And bless his heart…maybe I am.
And please, watch your step around my place—
my great heartache is scattered about like rotten wedding cake
that I exploded, and I know this…
I know that I’m just blowing it all out of proportion but…
I guess you’re right.
What’s another drink between lovers?