$5 pitchers

it'll be the funnest blog yet, don't care if its the 'most' or the 'est', pat im lost and looking for nothing too. i stepped out the bar and saw American Eagle on the curb with his hat backwards talking on his cell phone. AHH better tilt mine to the side quick, swerved left and swerved right, we'll go this way and that as long as "we's" only a few, i toasted to the few that knew. inside they mighta thought they knew what i was smiling about- if they did, i hope they tell me so i know myself. oh yea i was a kid with them once, and you could smile then, so we can smile now. funny how you gotta wait til you're 21 to be a kid again. my keys stopped drinking early for the few still growing.

dropped onto the walk with a dip in my step looked left and looked right, dont care if that eagle was looking behind me. No, really i didn't. i knew i was in poughkeepsie. and poughkeepsie's nothing.

except poughkeepsie's america, and america's something i can't pronounce, drunk or not. its sorta like a drink itself, or a few. america, america the brewery - fun tonight but we'll be hung over tomorrow, hung over in the next life, yea hurting from last night. hope i stopped in time.

let me drop my title and ill let you drop yours too. and then i can stop thinking about it everyday, so self-concious, oh how american i am