I Get Philosophical When I'm Drunk

Woke up this morning with the rain pounding on my little camper. I love the sound of rain but I'm at the beach and this is the third straight day... I'm beginning to think someone up there must me pissed at me. Well, I'm no angel for sure but I'm not that bad. Now when I think about bad, I think about that scoundrel Xbf of mine. He took the best years of my life and walked away clean - left all his junk with me and moved on. Likely as not, someone's pissed at him and just thinks he's still with me cause all his junk is here. Yeah, I feel better now. Damn, wish I could only go to the beach.