“The vessel groans
The ocean pressures its frame.
To the port I see the lighthouse
Through the sleet and the rain.
And I wish for one more day to give my
Love and repay debts.
But the morning finds our bodies washed up thirty miles west.”—Brand New
“That’s the problem with drinking I thought as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget. If something good happens you drink in order to celebrate. And if nothing happens you drink to make something happen”—Charles Bukowski