Losing in Life and Love

It's almost 11 in the morning, I've been out stealing for my nymphomaniac ex girlfriend Casey. My girlfriend Lisa and I got into a fight last night and she took off. I haven't heard from her since.

 About an hour after she left I walked to Casey's apartment to do her dope and get some pussy. I don't know where I stand with Lisa, and at the moment I'm too high to be concerned about it.

Things will change later when I start to crash, the depression will set in and I'll ache for her in the pit of my soul, my guts will wrench, and I'll be possessed by a loneliness so profound no amount of companionship will be able to relieve.

She won't answer my calls and check out time is at noon. I've got the only key to the room and all her stuff is still at the motel. I reminded hey in a text of that fact, but if she received it she chose not to acknowledge it.

Tonight is the start of Oktoberfest, I'll be on the fringes of the crowds, looking for drunk people with money, when the opportunity presents itself I'll spray them with pepper spray and take there cash. I'll use the money I steal to finance my drug addiction.

This is the ballad of the lost and broken, the story of a hollow eyed junkie with track marks up and down his arms, losing in Life and Love. A broken glass, and broken heart symphony of self destruction