7.30.17
Even when you’re not around
your judgment lurks.
You see me drinking,
backstroking in the pool,
making margaritas,
spending time
with your daughter
that you wish you had,
but don’t,
because you work.
I don’t work,
is what you think.
You look at me,
how people look at snot.
I have memorized
the nuances of your judgment.
There is a good for nothing
son of a bitch, you think.
There is a moocher, a real
grade-A bum, with no money
to his name and not even
the slightest potential
for success.
I have potential, asshole.
Believe me,
if I ever decide to stop drinking
I will rule the world. But
I already opened this wine,
and it won’t be good for long.
I’ll finish it.
After this bottle of wine
I will rule the world.
Wait and see.
Written at 9:45 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA.