glamour

I saw my friend outside of the bar, taking a break from drinking to smoke cigarettes. I hadn’t seen him in a while.

‘Hey you. You drinking these days?’ He says.

‘Nah,’ I told him.

We used to stay in the bar until daylight — what a waste of time. We even ate our dinner at the bar counter.

My friend’s an ex-cop. He’s pretty tough. He looked out for me when we drank together, way back when you could smoke in bars.

‘You were so bad ass,’ I said when I saw him. When I got drunk he’d bring me home and be a gentleman about it. At some point we were “romantically” involved. Some “romantic involvement” I remember, some I don’t. Shame. But anyway — I miss that lifestyle when I want to glamorize it, because I’m an asshole. It was pathetic, going around in circles, obsessed with drinking.

I wasn’t there to experience what should have been good times because I’d be drunk, blacked out. Sorry to be a drama queen, but I’m lucky I got away from it with my life.

This video from the movie Shamus reminded me of then. I would be in the Burt Reynolds’ role, minus the penis and mustache – though, sometimes I think it’d be nice to have a penis.

By posting the video, maybe I am glamorizing the lifestyle, because Burt Reynolds is a sexy bastard, but when I actually imagine myself in this position, it’s sad – especially when it happens more than once. Like, grow the hell up!

After a night of cavorting, Shamus gets up — no shower — just puts his funky ass clothes back on…ah, memories. Check out the way he looks at the shoe – haha!