time, wounds and regretable disclaimers

Here we go again. midnight and the soundtrack of my past has me smoking like a freight train and wide awake.
If I were not a drunk I would have a snort and settle down to a percaset colada…

regretable disclaimer: Time heals all wounds. I call shenanigans on that one…

Joke of the week:
Prostitutes in Canada are the best at their jobs, because they are really Inuit…