I was living with my brother
We weren’t sleeping well
We ate tuna pasta night after night
We smoked too many cigarettes and the love Donny H. sung about no longer played
We had become dull.
A shitty jazz gig (if that’s what you’d call it) 5 nights a week was the only thing that got us out of bed for a month and a bit
I barely drank or jerked off which made me sick, quiet and mad
I would spit on lovers heads to spite what they had
I hated women and didn’t want to fuck them, too much effort and had grown scared of them
The Montego Brothers were living the good and the bad so they could write about it the next day
But we stayed indoors and didn’t write a thing
I don’t know what made me wake up and ride that night
I didn’t watch some movie about a cripple
Or read something inspiring
Or break up
Or make up
Or talk to God
My body just shifted without permission from the brain
Could have been instinct straight from the stomach
Fucked if I know
My brother was still sleeping in more ways than one
So I put on my hat and took his keys
I wanted to feel something again
I needed to feel the drink as I did in the past
I wanted not to give a damn
And be rewarded for my courage
So
I asked myself
What did I do for kicks before I straightened my ways
I drove there
And the cards were good
The whiskey rosed my cheeks
I checked out the ladies and once again blood rushed through my cock and
I gave each well-performed lady a standing ovation
I could have lost it all and walked away with a smile
Cause what’s a man without a hard on and no vice
The charm came back that night and with it some luck
I dropped 160 and swapped it for 2 monkeys and 4 tigers ($1400)
The sun came up and I was a happy-drunk, gambler again
It was a gorgeous day, not one I was going to waste
And I wanted my brother to have a taste of this moment
So I drove and bought two shiny surfboards and gave one to him
Cause he didn’t know how to drink or play cards
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