I sit at my desk with Elliot Smith playing on my record player, fiddling with my wedding ring ashamed in the mistake I made marrying my wife as she’s probably out fucking some guy, I begin smoking my cigar with my bourbon, writing, you where supposed to be watching my kids while I write because I can’t get any time to write you enter the room um how may I help you? I smirk as I see your perfect figure stand in front of me