I wake up near noon
Shield my eyes from the sun
The day is angry
I neglected her.

I brew coffee in the quiet
The air conditioner hums
There's no one to worry
About the things I've done.

There's blood on the bedsheets
And a cut on my arm
Several missed calls and a dent in my car
I recall very little about last night's adventures
But it doesn't really matter
All my heroes were drinkers

I come home from work
House is cold and dark
But there's still some whiskey
From the night before
There's a...