(stumbled light switch)

My brain is a wax spilled on dead letters lost in the shuffling mayhem of a life on the lam.

HA!

I should only be so lucky.

For a brief moment this evening i am so fucking happy to be lost in this concrete rut of a stomping ground the world has called it's city for the better part of a lifetime because tonight i've finally stumbled around to fucking winning something (even if it's only ample beer) and though it really doesn't mean two shits whether i've won or lost a damn thing (and good lord knows i've known enough of both) it's nice to taste a shred of victory surrounded by those folks who really mean the goddamn most (even if they aren't pictured).

And now i'm shaky and elated. probably drunk still. cold as hell but happy with who i am and where we've come this far along the road past recovery.