Hollow Man(part 1)

Sometimes that little corner of whiskey would remind me its time to go. Especially since the strip club smells of regret, shame, and mostly bad decisions. Pussy only excites the guy's whose tired of looking at the same pussy everyday then questions why they got in a relationship anyway when there's many out there. At some point i almost feel sorry for the poor bastards. Waste their money cheap hoes when their girl at home could probably do all the things this "dancer" is doing. 
I admit when they do it right, it can get entertaining. Shortly after, for me, I'd be only there for the drink. Partying only releases the anger you'd have inside you then takes advantage like you're getting raped. Or like it found your weak spot while fighting then capitalizes. It's crazy the sound of the music playing is made for the poorly choiced people here. Cause why the hell would I be telling you to push me closer to my grave when all my friends are dead. Trust me id take a bullet for them if i had too but why would i want to meet them in heaven.
 Especially when i could honor them while living. It's a stupid song by one of the lil whatever's. Know what's even more of a shame? Liquor makes you forget about things and make you more compatible to enjoy the company of a stripper, yet i feel nothing but the pleasure of going home. So i come home after a long taxi ride where the driver kept quiet with little questions in between so i couldn't fall asleep in her car. She was a beautiful lady though. 
 Helped me to my door and everything. I think her name was heaven. For a moment while intoxicated to hell she look like an angel. Probably cause i was seeing double and her thin gold headband was hovering over the other her, head. While my head was some what on straight i realized that any girl could've looked good after drinking. So i walk in noticed there's no one there to turn the lights on and scared the hell out of me with meanest face she could make. Only cause i wouldnt tell her that i was working late and she was worried. 
Let me guess you was expecting me to say she had caught me one day coming home from drinking and partying? Yeah well i wasnt always a drinker, just kind of developed the habit after she cheated and left. Here's another funny thing the guy she cheated on me with done her the same way. I guess i should be happy. But i rather not remember anything concerning her and her business. By the way, don't drink. I know it sounds hypocritical but smoking is alot better. 
You only drink when your trying to forget, you smoke when there's something on your mind and you just want to say fuck it, shit happens. Doesn't mean you forgot it or it didnt happened. The best part about coming home drunk is the sleep. It seems the feel of you getting to strip down and lay in your bed is like benadryl. Other words you're out cold. At least i put my phone on the charger before i did. BZZ! BZZ! Nothing like a phone waking a bear out of hibernation. Only to look and see it's my brother calling me. So after a couple vibrations i get annoyed and turn my phone on silent. At least i owe him the courtesy of listening to his voice mail in the morning. (laying exhausted on the bed) I can finally rest my drunken eyes. (sound asleep)