Bourbon Eggnog and Ham

June is nice, I love the air. I’m just making stuff up, I’m full of it you know. Isn’t it kind of nice to know it? It feels fresh. I have friends that pretend wisdom can be accumulated, that love grows up rather than down. Ridiculous. Things are jagged and raw, even when they look black. But I love the challenge of hunting for that illusory exception, because I play for the fun. Isn’t honesty one of those things we like to parade around on a pedestal, the god we chose? We aren't, because we never knew ourselves, too busy blaming the devil we placed on our shoulders. Our sins were the high expectations that should've led us to glory, but didn't. Don’t take my word for it though, see I’m in with the drugs and Tarantino films.. I like Christmas for the cinnamon bourbon eggnog and ham.