Out on the Streets with a Stagger and a Grin

I want to tell you what I've seen in a drunken haze on the city streets and it's just waves of resolution on the faces of night strangers. Shall we down another pint? What next though, bitter, black or blonde? I guess they're all good choices, great ideas, another one of yours tonight. I think it's great how we just open up and talk about truth and what it means to be here, in this bar, at this table, in this city, with these words. I could talk a million times and keep ploughing over the same familiar ground, it's a conversation much more adeqaute for friends and beer and slurring sentences. The pavement pounds outside with passing feet and friends embrace and laugh and talk and I'm buzzing, literally buzzing with a smile on my lips and my coat still on and I actually feel part of something here, I feel woken inside and accepted and I realise that I'm looked upon, I'm actually looked upon as a leader in there. Yes, I have positive attributes and I'm unique and something different. Did I lift the atmosphere at a time unimaginable, did I create new things? I don't think so. The people you are now were already there before me, but I was part of the hatching and coming together and I was proud to be centered so dearly and I was the peak of the pyramid but the next day I was sick and my head split open in two aching pieces. I was never a martyr, just a drunk, but it's all the same to us.