THE FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF MY LIFE (where am I?)

Another Day wasting away trying to sober up, ahh,,forget it, lets all get fucked!

I'm an alcoholic I admit it. I Forget where I'm coming from as I climb into bed. The room may be spinning but the problems are in my head. My last sip of beer is my first when I wake up. Dehydrated and weak, from this posion I wish I would of threw it up. A pit of hunger burns in my stomach that is constant everyday. I should buy some food butt the liqour store stole the last of my money away. Hallucinations, headaces, fevers, my gut is telling me it's sore. A couple tokes, a beer, and a shot or two will help even out the score. I'll be the last one standing as long as the keg isn't cashed. Then I'll find another lush who is diggn' on me look'n to crash.

Do you think about who you are in the mornings?