Sitting in the shower thinking
I should have know this year was going to be a rollercoaster with the way it all started. Subconsciously telling myself this would be the “last year” to play and get everything out of my system. Time to grow up officially kicks in this December 17th to be specific. Last year that time was the work Christmas party and what a party it was staying up til the wee hours of the morn being a bad kitty. February brought happy hours and listening to Kind of Blue talking about music and food in the big Easy; Evolving into going to said Crescent City taking my mutter, her virgin trip, introducing her to all the things I love, making friends with strangers, smoking weed on a chilly spring morning and feeling awful the next day. April brought making out with a girl. May, June, and July are blurs of late nights, feelings of wretchedness, anger, sorrow and numbness, August was about making peace with September bringing a bit more pain and after a rough Halloween I believe it’s time to quit playing and get my head on straight.