I’m not a wise man, no, I’m a simple man. However, the things I know, I’ve mastered. I know that the best sleep I’ve ever gotten was when my stomach was full of whiskey, after I’d kissed you for what felt like hours, with your breast in my palm. I’ve learned the difference between a casual acquaintance and a friend has everything to do with eye contact and honest conversation. Or, how the nights I’ve spent piss drunk on the lake, washing you down with unmarked bottles of liquor and trying my hardest to forget about the way you said my name, were the worst of my time. Too often do I go back to those good nights, the good times that kept me afloat. How I’d give anything to relive that night when we danced in front of the fireplace, you in your underwear and me, the luckiest man alive.
But now I know better. It took me a bit longer than most to catch on, but I know what I need to be a strong man. Now it’s all a matter of making it a habit.
