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LIFE ON THE ROCKS

Life On The Rocks
Yah, I'll have a vodka on the rocks,
Who does she think she is, she can't survive without me, what the *censored*'s the big
deal anyway so I have a few drinks every night. Oh, well it's her tough luck, I'm not
going to stop coming here after work with my buddies every night so I can spend more
"quality" time with her and Alex. How old is he anyway, thirteen, fourteen, I should be
bringing him here with me for goodness sake. 
If she wants to kick me out well fine! An ugly bitch like her won't find anyone knew
anyway. Harry over here is a drunken bastard, Vanessa should see him each night rolling
around in his own puke, but does his wife say anything? No, she wouldn't dare. We're men,
it's our choice and if we want to have just a little fun at night we should be bloody
well able to. If our wives don't like it they should just keep their mouth shut. But no
Vanessa prefers to ramble on each night about some bull*censored* that Alex is afraid of
me. I'm just trying to toughen him up like my father did for me and then she brings up
our financial situation and how our money is going to waste blah blah blah. Women and
money just don't mix.
Ya I'll have another one, same thing.
I can't believe she wants me to go to AA meetings she knows how much I hated them when I
was forced to go for getting caught driving slightly under the influence. Plus it's not
like I have a problem. Let alone one were I need to go to the basement of some church, to
discuss my problems with some monotone psychology student who is just there to build up
credits towards a degree. And I don't particularly feel like being included in a circle
of alcoholics and one kid who tries to understand us all at the same time. Like anyone
would even come close to grasping what it's like to have grown up in the poor house, with
a real boozer for a father and to have had to struggle for an education, by working night
shift at a cement plant. 
Now with my stressful job a few drinks a night just loosens me up, I don't think Vanessa
would like it very much if I came home each night at 7:00 acting like an uptight ass
hole. I think I might as well forget everything for now and let Vanessa come to her
senses. I'm not the one with the problem now, she is. No job, no money, she'll come
running back to me. In the meantime I'll just live with Marco, he drinks just as much as
I do and has an extra room, it will be like university all over again. And if I did have
a problem, I could stop drinking easily, I just don't want to yet.
No, No don't close my tab I'll have another, actually make it a Jack Daniels this time
and get one for my buddy Harry over there while you're at it.