was midday, midweek in the valley
meeting up after work
for a whiskey drink
man, i feel like a jerk (for leaving)

im thinking about los angeles
in the city of brotherly love
can't make my mind up

remember the cougar
i made love to...
she was from the midwest
and left her
husband, two kids,

perfect house,
picket fence, chasing a dream
to be a movie star

she ended up doing porn and living
in the valley
getting drunk midweek midday at
skinny's lounge....

we were regulars,
you and i,
i usually scored the dope
we'd get high,

she talked about her daughter,
we laughed
schooled some mexicans at pool

seems like yesterday,
you and i,
chasing the dream

playing all the venues
that no longer exist
for the children
who are now grown and gone

for the cougars who
have either left that life behind
or welcomed
the methadone addiction that

seems to have destroyed the
entire coast.

maybe i'm too honest,
too poignant
to boast,

but suburbia sure seems so far away
from that whiskey
drink

those fake tits sure were persuasive,
and that twang,
the way she spoke,

we fought over her in our heads,
you never got over the fact she chose me
when actually, you just were too drunk.

man,
time sure has a funny way of catching up
and it's tough working this 9-5

people tell me they're proud of me
(getting straight)
but they never saw me in my prime

06/04/2009

Author's Note: missing la

Posted on 06/05/2009
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