Saturday, March 9, 2013 | 8:31 PM | 0 comments
I never understood
Why my father enjoyed
Drinking alone on Saturday nights
Until I grew up
And experienced the sadness,
That washed over every aching bone in my body.
It was bitter,
And lonely.
It was the type of sadness,
That could only be eased,
With the remedy of alcohol,
But cannot be fixed.
know me
may tran 
personal treasure box
okbye