It’s a terrifying thing, the american dream

My diet consists of black coffee, pizza, and the blood of my enemies

whiskeyforagrownman:

Never forget.

alexbaca:

i’m hiding in drugs
hoping you’ll wait for me

Beach Slang ARB

This band was fucking excellent Saturday night.

Today

Going to see Beach Slang, I Am The Avalanche, and Modern Baseball tonight

The Greatest Generation/Ballgame

I can’t hear my music over the crickets.  So rhythmic, so self-assured; these days I’d take either.  Instead I’m raging; not against the dying of the light, against everything with a pulse.  I’m increasingly furious, bitter, and afraid.  I’m drinking more and sleeping less.  Plotting every move, yet still surprised by the outcomes.  I’m both the lost and the found, the fish in both ponds, the oxymoron.  I’m the good man, but I’ve been drinking alone.

Maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
And it’s not a cry that you hear at night
It’s not somebody who’s seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

(via voyager-vie)

Iron Hill beer flight