sometimes

I'm just sitting at the bar, with a rather tasty beer, and wondering what is gonna drop. I went (home) and the door was locked. Still no key. So I left, found this place and came out to the lonely souls corner.

Last night was fun and hot, yet again I woke up alone. I'm sure that's for the best, but she felt pretty damn good in my hands. Apparently she don't stay the night. "What's the matter with breakfast" I mumbled as she drove away.

Fail.

Yeah, so what? I knew that was the deal. One shot, and I didn't take it. Fuck it.

I've been thinking lately that this whole business is silly. Why do I not have a girl? What's the problem?

I mean, I got 99, but a bitch ain't 1. I should just keep one around. At least, for the summer. You know I like them sitting next to me.

Cook me breakfast.
Please.
It dawned on me recently that I've always taken care of my ladies.

I would like you to take care of me. Just for a minute, cause you know I got those biscuits that just can't wait...