Tonight I am left with an empty feeling. A feeling of part loss, part guilt and part hopelessness. It's a sad thing when even getting drunk loses its fun.
I went out again tonight. Usual place, usual seat, usual drink. Many attractive women... outnumbering the guys. Yet not one showed an interest in me. But I did limit myself tonight. One drink. I am beginning to cut down on anything more.
So there I was, drifting off amid a sea of conversation. My ears were busy, but my mouth had nothing to say. It seems I have the inability to fit in with the sobriety-challenged. What is wrong with me? I don't understand.
I came home depressed and wrote the beginning of what may be my first song.