It’s late.
There’s alcohol, there’s always alcohol. This is my life we’re talking about after all.
We talk, we discuss, we converse, we dissert.
I am the kind of man you can talk to.
I listen, I engage, I let you know it’s ok to continue, I am interested. I would like to know what you have to say my friend. Strangely, I have enough knowledge for you to continue at length.
You’ve not met me before.
It get’s deeper.
You can trust me.
It get’s deeper.
You can lean in, I know your pain, I know your struggles. I’ve been there, in my own way.
I can empathise, you can trust me.
I have the scars to prove it.
Perhaps I’m not a monster.
We’re all just human beings.