I hate this time of night,
This little window where the drugs wear off
And my mind reclaims its imbalanced clarity
Too early to take more;
Too tired to sleep.
This is rock meets hard place time.
I am the lovable loser, though not many seem to love me.
Sarah, Marcia, Melissa, Shelly, Kelly, Lisa...
Different names, different faces, same cruel nature.
The more things change
From 18 to 21; cigarettes to alcohol
The more things stay the same.
--Ron Hogan
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