What A Little Cliche Baby

It used to be these cold, gray days in which I went walking, wanting to feel free.

I always ended up at a bar. Sometimes I drank alone, sometimes with a friend, but I was always drinking, always smoking, always drinking and smoking.

Here is what I would pack in my backpack:

1. A book

2. A notebook and pen

3. Cigs and a lighter

5. Some weed

6. Tinted lip balm

7. My LG flip phone and wallet

8. Headphones and my Mp3 player