Yo ho ho and a bottle of booze,
name your poison, go on and choose.
Fifteen cans on a dead man’s chest,
crush the empties and drink the rest.
Pieces of 8 different bottles around,
better sober up before you run aground.
Just started this book called “Rooftop Soliloquy” by Roman Payne. enjoyable read, very eloquently written but highly stylized and hard to believe. Written from the authors perspective in paris, it follows his misadventures throughout the city: writing, music, parties, women, food and LOTS of wine. Nothing too serious, it’s more of a story about comforts and fantasy in the city of lights. So far so good.
Good times tonight with good people. 7 mile trail run and tailgating till the sun went down. i’m writing this with a mile wide grin on my face as i get to sleep in til 8 tomorrow morning! Looking forward to a week of balmy weather and pillaging ⚔️
Due to my job, the concept of time is something i have gradually become somewhat disconnected with. Let me explain.
We work at all hours of the day and night, and often for long stretches of time. Therefore, when i am out and about on my off time, i find myself checking my watch and being surprised by what i find there. You see, i could be having lunch with someone in a diner at say 12:30pm but subconsciously it could be 4AM and i would not be able to tell the difference.
It all blends together in my mind as one big blur of simply “being awake” and then sleeping whenever i can. Not saying this is some kind of phenomena, just odd if i sit and think about it long enough.