Tonight will not be here tomorrow.
The bottle will still be here, barring accident or injury.
Just like ourselves.
But tonight will not be here tomorrow.
And for that I grieve.
Another round then,
and a toast to the night.
We will miss you when you’re gone.
Hey Jonny Frost, stick to sharp commentary. I’ll stick to trying to figure out how the fuck to “embed” a fucking video. What a junk show.
No, not “Jonny Frost” but more like Jonny Carlos Williams. Clear. Concise. A bit of whimsey. The merest touch of nostalgia.