Trying to figure out how many times I live….Was it only Once? That seems rather important. It’s amazing how many times I can forget… I don’t feel like I’m getting older. I’m simply dying, like everything else. I just happen to be getting closer now. This shouldn’t make me feel like I’m old. In years until I’m dead, I’m younger than I’ve ever been. If this isn’t the time to be reckless, then when is?
Drink shots at the bar too late – because the cute bartender pushes them over to you with her fingertips while no one is looking. Keep drinking. Even though that voice is telling you that nothing comes after this. Nothing good that you’ll remember. Shes a bartender, after all. You’ve learned things about that. But you order another. And not ‘one more’.