The legend of the Punk Rock Sage Vol 1
My alarm clock screeched through the morning as I woke up and slapped it off my nightstand.
“Fuck man, I just want to go back to sleep,” I mumbled as I began to roll out of bed and stumble into the kitchen. The party that took place at my house last night was wild. There were still a few individuals lingering around in various areas of the house and likely battling the hangover blues from the previous night. I reached into the freezer to grab a bag of coffee, so I could make myself a nice cup of joe before I absolutely shredded on my guitar. Attempting to awaken the poor lost souls from the deathly clutches of my living room sofa, the hallway makeshift rug blanket, and of course, the infamous bathtub curtain sleeper. “Fear not lost souls, for I shall wake thee!” My battle cry fell upon deaf ears as it echoed through the kitchen into the rest of my home. How are they not waking up? I wondered as I poured myself a hot cup of happiness freshly brewed from my wall mart coffee pot. Naturally, I added a shot of Jamison and baileys Irish cream to my lovely brew to ward off any shakes that may try and ruin my concentration whenever I decide to take up arms and hoist my guitar against these sleeping giants. As I lifted the coffee cup to my lips, the aroma filled me with life and only strengthened and rejuvenated my soul as I continued to sip on it and nurture myself back to health. My eyes grew more expansive, and my will to play grew stronger with every sip. Finally, I stood up and walked into the living room, ready to face my foes.
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