Music and coffee and tobacco

Billy was a smoker and he enjoyed his music as well as coffee. The mixture went well together. Everyone told him to slow down with his intake, but he wasn't listening. Masochism was something that was in his blood. It wasn't for everybody but it was for him.

After 12 years of supplying his addiction the roots of his hair were showing. Telling him it just might be a good idea to slow down. He wanted to live for another 20 years or so. He wasn't going to if he continued. He needed to walk his dog more often as well. That would give him a couple more years playing with a companion.

Waking up one morning on the sidewalk outside of his house, Billy knew things had to change. He did not want to continue this streak. It was not becoming of his new advantages. He enjoyed a nice soft couch compared to the rock hard sidewalk. He was stronger than he thought he was. Because of all of his past abuses. Intertwined along the path of self-destruction.

A vaccine for his troubled soul was soon to be administered by none other than himself. He just had to wait for it to be approved, which would probably take forever. And would cost a great deal. Tales of another broken home. We get sun today, yay! Laces out would serve his memory. I can't think of anything to write right now except for this. But thats part of the process isn't it.

"It will swirl around in my mind all day", Billy thought. Amid the tobacco stains and coffee breath. That was part of it too. There is becoming a hole in my Dr. Pepper can. There's always more to drink my mind recognized. There are so many people congregating around him its uncanny. They were all very attractive. The daisies in the picture are about to bloom.

Billy saw something one day that blew his mind. A video on a popular media site that was making fun of a mental illness. It pissed him off beyond belief. They shouldn't be talking about it that way and think it's funny. Some people just have no filter when they open their mouths'. But that is what happens when youth aren't properly taught.

Music is a mainstay for Billy. It pushes him forward and lifts us up were we belong. And to him it was love that controlled his temper. Nothing else would he allow in, besides her. Who is her? Mandy is her name and she knew Billy for a long time. Knew all of his ins and outs. To say the least. They had never been partners but maybe one day they would be.

The threshold they knew was coming after them. To eat them alive and swallow them whole. Would they both be tasty or rancid in the beasts' mouth? No one knew what they tasted like but them. The monster would devour them, if they let it. Or would it overwhelm them.

This time Billy and Mandy would control their destinies to the fullest extent. Not minding any others' lives. The future was theirs alone. To control and mold to benefaction. What they decided to do no others' could change the outcome. But the smoke and mirrors were still there. As well as the daisies, tobacco, coffee and music. Those four things in life would forever pop their bubbless on demand. And watch out for those tricksters. To overwhelm you. Tolerate nothing else these two already knew that.

And next time you see me I will be over there.!!!