I had been drinking whiskey for
8 hours in my apartment and it was now about 9pm and I decided to go to a bar I’d only just moved to Newtown this would be my first night out I found the crappiest looking bar I could and went inside (nice looking bars always hassle you when your drunk: crappy bars appreciate any business they can get) I ordered 2 whiskeys and was feeling pretty good I had been listening to music and watching old m.m.a fights most of the day “What you celebrating pal?” said the bartender “I have an m.m.a fight in 2 weeks.” “Why are you drinking!” “It doesn’t matter. I will walk straight through him,” I said and shadow boxed for a few seconds “Good luck mate,” he said and I took a seat at the table by the door I could hear the bartender talking about me and laughing with another customer I finished my drinks and went to the bar the bartender had a grin on his face “Another drink champ?” “You want to be part of my training camp?” he didn’t respond I left the bar and got a cab to the brothel several girls introduced themselves I told the skinny young blonde with the small boobs and red lingerie I was a poet “You look more like a fighter,” she said “No I am really a poet.” “Sure. What do you write about: beating people up and sleeping with hookers.” “That all depends on the hooker,” I said and followed her tiny beautiful ass upstairs. —Brenton Dean Booth brentonbooth.weebly.com
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A writer doesn’t need talent
a writer doesn’t need fame a writer doesn’t need money a writer doesn’t need beautiful women, all that stuff has already crippled the world we live in with all the talented famous rich attractive fools that we look to as role models-- that do nothing but move our society closer to extinction: no a writer needs none of that crap; what a writer needs is the ability to look beyond the shortcomings of the world they were born into: and the heart and courage to do something about it with their words. —Brenton Dean Booth brentonbooth.weebly.com |
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