- b. - i don’t believe i’ve yet realized that i am alive.

i’m here wasting away my city days, exploring the bottoms of glasses.

it’s a learning experience, this life coated in bourbon,

in which true colors emerge and souls are familiarized.

ne’er to an end are all of these endevours of consumption,

none able to hold a plan or certain strength until too far.

determined though in these events when pressed in choice and time,

enduring salvation by other suffering fools seeking likewise redemtion,

agreeing in unspoken treatises of respect of person unbeknownst of wealth.

this is the way i’ve seen and read of many great things beginning,

here amongst the blood cells of the idiosyncratic city i love.