Here I am. Another Thirsty Thirsty spent at the bar. Regular margarita on the rocks, please, with salt. It rolls right off the tongue. I don't even have to think about it or rehearse. It's like muscle memory.
Oh that first crisp and salty sip. Mmmm the aroma of agave. Oh it takes me back. Takes me back to some place in my mind. A happy place. A little piece of paradise. Wasting away in some sort of margaritaville
I reach for that happy place with each sip, with each lick of the rim for the extra salt. I reach and reach and reach. I reach until I realize it's just another tequila sunrise. Where did the time go? How long have I been reaching? I never even found it. Was it even real?
I've been reaching too long. Now I'm lost in the dark. I still wonder about the happy place. Paloma negra, paloma negra, donde donde andaras.
