𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 - guns n' roses [REPUBLISHED]

𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨, 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨

" 𝐢 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥. 𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢'𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝 "

𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡

While I chased the bottom of my Jack Daniels', Axl and Izzy chased skirts.

Every woman they laid eyes on, they had something to say about.

Sometimes it was horrible shit to even think of saying, but over the years, I tended to ignore them and their behavior.

I opted to trying to drown away everything around me.

Maybe I should go back to the apartment and shoot up - forget about real life, even for a little while.

The idea couldn't have been any worse than sitting here, watching the one person you wanted the most chase some 2-dollar whore that flew about the bar, most likely giving blowjobs to any men that passed through or hiding within dark corners, awaiting her next prey.

"Jay," I motioned to the bartender, and close friend of a few years.

He was one of my closest friends, having shared classes together in college. We graduated a year back, but continued to keep in touch.

After finishing his conversation with someone at the end of the bar, Jay made his way over.

"I'm gonna head out," I say, placing a twenty on the counter.

"Remember if any of them get too drunk, don't let 'em leave. Keep them here until closing time and bring them home." I said.

He nodded and I gave him a fifty.

"Whoa, what's this for?"

"For keeping an eye on my dumbass friends." I said, stuffing my wallet into my pocket.

He slid the fifty back. "I'm a friend, Saul. Keep it." Jay said.

"Jay, if you don't fuckin' take the money I'm gonna jump over this bar." I threatened lightly.

He sighed, chuckling. "Okay. Thanks, man. I'll get ''em home safe."