I was gonna write Ragezilla [book title]
but it's out there

Drinkzilla

Red Stripe, fuckers.
Friday night,
flares on the road cuz
trees are down. Heavy wind;

about this I know much.
I once mouthed to some chick
at the Video Saloon,
You don't know who you're dealing with

but the joke was all mine: she
knew exactly who. Strange. The only
time I ever got to truly empty
my nuts on such chicks was

amidst deep unselfknowledge.
For both parties. Parties. I was scared
of them before I drank. Had a year or 4
of blood, come on tits, and whiskey,

capped off with a stay in the County
and a ride up Risperdal Hill. What
I got to show for it? Here.
I am truly glad. It's only worth it

if it's disturbing to me