I wake up a little while and find that I'm thirsty. Not remembering what for and still somewhat half-asleep, I walk silently into the kitchen and take out a bottle of brandy. Uncapping it tiredly, I down half of it and hiccup. I flash a smile and suppress a laugh, finishing the bottle and downing one more.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Poems were like people. Some people you got right off the bat. Some people you just don't get - and never would get. — Benjamin Alire Saenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe