There’s a possibility that at some point, my 30’s will slip by in a blur, just like my 20’s, and I’ll look back at the trail of monuments with a look mocking happiness and feel mostly regret.

My life will be filled with less people than it is now, as the years seem to thin out the already sparse fields of company…

The guy in the bar that always has jokes to tell, tells them because he is alone.

I have no jokes. No booze either.

[ a napkin thought ]