The Day Before Yesterday I Drank My Last Beer

There is no reason, there are many.

I don’t reward myself, I just remind myself.

The reward is in the action itself.

There was no plan, there is no plan.

There are only questions.

What will happen to my art? What will happen to my fears?

What will happen to you and me?

I am not a scientist, I am not a therapist.

I just look at me.

Without alcohol, there’s no cocaine. Without cocaine, there are no prostitutes.

Without, many things leave. Without, many things arrive.

Now, there’s enough time. Money, is nothing but a bonus.

There are a lot fewer situations. There is a lot more of me.

This is no lesson, this is no advice,

this is just for me.

(But I hope it helps.)