had
a ticket to see
a
band at a bar
a
big ass bouncer
with
a huge facial scar
was
hassling everyone
making
men empty pockets
women
open purses
patting
everybody down
you
couldn’t bring in anything
except
money and i.d.
then
he saw clean cut
plain
dressed me
and
waved me in
i
was devastated
the
uncool dad
i
wanted to say
“oh
come on man
i’m
hip, i’m with it
throw
me against the wall
pat
me down”
i
hung my head
wore
a frown
went
in
the
bar wasn’t serving
alcohol
that night
it
took one song
and
i was back
with
the los angeles lights
looking
for liquor
found
a liquor store
i
frequent
they
were out of white whiskey
i
had bought the last
bottle
of jacob’s ghost
last
night
(oh
yeah)
i
bought fireball
an
asian family owns the store
their
daughter was working
the
register wading through
a
college textbook
a
real beauty
i
gave her exact change
down
to the penny
thought
of jenny
and
got myself out of there
saw
the moon
and
started to follow
took
my first swallow
candy
on tongue
fire
in throat
death
to liver
too
big of a swig
made
me shiver
fluid
filling my
empty
stomach
needed
to find tacos
smelling
like cigarettes
and
alcohol
i
got two tacos to go
*
i
stop in front of an
empty
unlit store
a
sign on the window
“out
of business”
i
eat and look at my
reflection
jeans,
polo shirt, black shoes
buzzed
hair
i
do look like a bank president
i
sometimes wonder
as
i blend in
“if
they only knew
what
would they do
make
me wear a scarlet A
for
alcoholic
drag
me outside the city gates
and
stone me to death
for
the things i have written
and
will write
to
my last breath?”
they
probably wouldn’t care
hell
this is l.a.
everyone
is just trying
to
make it through the day
or
in my case
the
night
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