It's uncanny how the screwing of a bottle top, can run a chill down one's spine?
It's 3:00 in the afternoon, and already he's begun his dissent into an alcoholic blunder.
Soon he'll be stumbling toward me, with that goofy, sad, grin on his face and a thoughtless apology.
That, ladies and gentlemen is the true definition of a crocodile smile.
To be smothered in his arms, with the stench of vodka, and a crooked eyed smile, is worse then death.
I didn't marry your alter ego.
I married you..
Where's that kind, soft spoken man, with a building confidence and intelligently brazen mind been hiding?
That's right, he's being pinned down and tortured by this reckless soul.
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