I Wonder if God Takes Sertraline?

Don't Wine

Ain't it something.

Yeah, man.

Long summer days compressed by cheap wine and ciggs. I can smell the barbecue in the distance; burning meat, sloppy drinks, bad skin and greased out hair.

She smiled at me the other day and I said nothing. So, I'll go home and dream awake.

Try to sleep and don't wine because summer will pass.