How are things on the west coast...

Works over, almost. I'm laying down in the Togo waiting area. It's
strange, this is how my nights used to always start, closing at
Chilis. Then it would be out to find a backyard or a bar, meet up with
a girl I loved, wanted to love, or love to hate. We drive somewhere,
anywhere, or my place. One night stands. Engagements. Cuddling.
Dancing. Those used to be my nights. And where did they get me?

Well, when I leave here tonight it's off to a backyard, and then maybe
kisses in an alley or a room, shots and pints and who knows.