Today,
I awoke on a hardwood floor.

I might have made it to bed if I could,
but the fact of the matter
is that of Fate.

I drank too much tequila,
straight out of the bottle.

All in all,
I put up a good fight.
As I,
drank to Victory,
that night.

This Saturday morning
after burying my Grandmother.
I remember thinking,
yesterday,
on Friday,
that I had a free pass,
because,
nothing could ever be worse,
than burying your own Grandmother.

I sobered up and went to the
Brady Street Arts Festival.

There I met Carly.

The heartbreak that I will endure,
from her,
will come close to
burying my Grandmother.