Wing Mirrors Off of Cadillacs

Cigarettes and Whiskey

I hurriedly wiped away my tears after I had finished putting away the dishes. I just needed to relax and forget about the nightmare of today.

I grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniel's that stood proudly on the counter, ready for me whenever I needed it.  I carelessly poured an ungodly amount into a rock glass. I walked over to the speaker and hooked my phone up, opening up a random playlist. Music blared through the speaker.

Outside there's a box car waiting
Outside the family stew

Wasn't what I felt like listening to but I didn't care to change it. I lazily walked over to the couch and sat down, lighting a cigarette, glass in hand.

I know the nervous walking
I know the dirty beard hangs

The liquid ran down the back of my throat and it felt like water. I've gotten too used to this.

There is a wait so long
(So long, so long)
You'll never wait so long

And then I heard it. Five knocks on the door.

Here comes your man
Here comes your man

Reluctantly I got up and head towards the door. I tried to look through the peep hole but obviously whoever it was, was covering it with their hand.

I didn't even need to guess who it was. I opened the door and there stood the brown-eyed man, with his ripped jeans and black and white embroidered jacket. As usual, his shirt with four or five buttons unfastened, purposely exposing his chest. Knowing how much it teases me.

This fucker.

"Staring at my cleavage again, baby girl?" he said with a cheeky smile.