There's a nice blue bridge after you manage to get your drunk ass past the carpark and not fall asleep on that soft soft grass. No its not painted blue, it has blue blue lights but the best thing is, its nearly isolated except for the occasional people who walk past you like you're a lost cause and ignore the fact that they just got fired from work and they're now going home to a house that's been evicted and empty and taken from them. I feel like that house. Empty. But the best worst thing is.. I've always wondered who on earth would want to live across a blue blue bridge that in your most isolated drunk state seems like the longest most beautiful thing on earth. Its a cosmic feel really, to get drunk. You feel eternally happy and wonder what got you to this existential dilemma in the first place? Temptations everywhere? That tranny just waiting, that slut who on an unmistakable day could just be your neighbour, the guys so tall and lustful. taller than you. And in the afternoon, 99 beer bottles hanging on the wall. You wake up and there it is! A reminder of your lifelong cause to collect every bottle of heineken produced in the entire year, every year. But a broken cause, no less because of the endless excuses of laziness and heaviness. Yes a beer bottle is quite heavy and one thing a person does not want to carry home, including empty wallets, a receipt for a tattoo. I want to just sit on that blue bridge and get so drunk that should i decide to get up, i'd fall on my knees like im praying to god. drink drank drunk. So drunk that im beyond repair and everything in my eyes becomes cloudy and happy. Now that, is my wildest dream. Maybe put in a bag of potato chips and twisties cause i get hungry. Something hot so that i need water and down whatever liquid i see which might just happen to be an accidental bottle of grey goose. And then, I'd be really happy.