and your bird can sing - 02-08-02

i get in the worst moods. but you sit there and know it's just one of those nights when nothing's going to happen. nothing of interest. nothing that matters. remember when everything here seemed to matter? sam walks in, that little shithead. remember when johnny shoved sam's face in with a motorcycle helmet? pop! and that fucking asshole crack dealer, he's here. remember the first night you saw him? he stood in the middle of the room with his arms stretched out like some avenging angel, like he fucking owned the place. like this was his joint now and if you weren't cool with that you could fucking beat it. shit. now what? we have a couple of drinks. we talk. we go home early. it doesn't matter who shows up. no surprises.