Pull Me A Beer
I wrote this one about the blurry, messy reality of living at the bottom of a glass. It’s not just about the booze; it’s about that whole drinking culture people get swallowed up in. I wanted to capture what it actually feels like to be a regular at those dim dive bars—where the people sitting next to you feel like family just because you’re all chasing the same numbness.
It’s an honest look at my own tug-of-war with addiction. I tried to lay out the emotional wreckage and that exhausting, cyclical trap where you swear you’re done, only to find yourself back in the same booth the next night. It’s raw because it had to be.