I think I died last weekend but my body is in denial.

Two nights of drinking by myself didn't help either

And I can't listen to Frank Sinatra right now

And I'm wondering if she's wondering who I'm with right now

That I'm sleeping in another woman's house

Fuck it.

I'll kill the best parts of myself

Light another cigarette

Think about hitting the heavy bags in less than two hours

Maybe go to a shooting range on the weekend

50 dollars should  get me 25 rounds for a .45 Colt

and 25 round for a .44 Magnum

tear my shoulder muscles in weights training and feed off the rage

today I'll rack up a hundred kilometres on roads that cannot be trusted

it's no big deal. You get used to the fatigue

and the darkness in the rear view mirror becomes your friend

because the number   of people you trust dwindles by the day

yesterday's kindness will be forgotten in today's kiss

fuck it.

 you know men who are loyal to nothing except their dicks

and they're doing well

and you think- where the fuck has being a good man gotten you?

Fuck it.

Make sure your hustle has got muscle

Punch this day in the guts and make it bleed.