Chapter 1: Here We Go Aain
For the last week, I've had the same recurring dream... there's my heart, it's laying in the middle of the street, it's all bloody and laying right smack dab in between the yellow lines. I'm standing there... gasping for breath, trying to breathe in fresh or any kind of air, but I don't even know where I am... then a foot-wearing Military issued combat boots smashes my heart into pieces...
I wake up, the alarm is Bleep, Bleep, bleep. I reach over and slap the snooze button, sitting up, I rub my eyes, oh fuck, I grab the cup sitting on my nightstand and take a big gulp, I spit the shit right back out all over the place. (if I had a girl, the moment I spit the cigarette but infested whiskey out... she would have been screaming at me for being nasty and stupid, that is why I'm single, I don't need the extra bullshit... I don't want to worry about anyone, a girlfriend that's like playing the lottery... the odds are against you.) Of course, I don't hear a thing, and getting out of bed honestly, I don't even clean any of the whiskey up. I go to my top dresser drawer and open it... I pull out a brand new pint of Southern Comfort and take a burning gulp, honestly, it's so bad it makes my eyes watery. I almost threw up my intestines... It was that bad. I grab my pen and a notepad from the dresser, sit back on the bed, and start jotting down the dream for the 30th time, then I sit and think about it for the rest of the night, and finally, I back off and dream again.
