Ballistics was all there in New Year and
shots killed hustlers last night. Hookers
danced and beat cheerleaders while I
remained to cheer for that ballplayer cutie.
It was the difference of lives of a college girl
and this guy who decided to choose game as
his passion. However, I went with knuckleheads
and drank beers all night. Lamp posts, moonshine,
deep night. I didn’t watch any ball games or
any major leagues. Disco balls were shattering,
house on fire. Baseball bats were not enough
to hit my heart hard; I became his shithead.