Road Rash / Somewhere In Richmond VA

Maybe we catch the fire only to realize it was barely a spark to begin with.
It's always the doubts that screw us over the most .
Fighting the battles eternal that show a head up the ass logic
and a simple dumb fuck reward .

Fuck how I hate those moments when the nothing is happening and the worlds still all to much alive.
The clock read ten o clock at night and the scene was more a ghost town meets a asshole convention.

The room was a ego all to it's self with many judges yet none are any worse than yourself
Tonight was a scratch .

least the drinks were cold and my current company seemed drunk enough to not give a shit about my performance onstage
yeah if you think that was a bomb sweetheart wait till you follow me home.

As a group we had lost ourselves first nights were always like this you said you were going to change up your act but the moment the crowd got restless you turned tail and went to the shit you knew would probably get you home without a new scar to lie about to whomever crossed your path.

Maybe tonight was a failure or maybe it was just the crowd.
Maybe I was losing that bullshit touch I never claimed to  have to begin with.

Either way she was drunk and didn't give a shit.
And me I was drunk and always looking for a quick fix to something for which would make me forget.

Life's a strange carousel of demented souls.
And of course that's counting myself.

So you want to get out of here?
I herd her ask ?
Well honestly not really but the restrooms here are
annoying as hell well that and  all the annoying bastards banging on the door while I'm trying to have fun really kills
the mood.

She looked at me for a second in that stunned is this guy fucking nuts kind of way often I see in others faces.

Needles to say I walked home alone.

Honesty and alcohol really don't mix.