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Working for a living and not really making much money.  Yet I still feeling enough happiness to laugh occasionally.  I drink a little beer at nights and dream of a fair haired beauty who has etched into my dreams. 

I’m not able to shake off her image so I take another shot of blackberry brandy.  It’s a woman’s drink—I was once told.  I took no offense; refused to take it as an insult.  That type of shit doesn’t really matter to me.  Besides, I like women so why not learn about what they drink or like. 

My beer is getting warmer and starting to lose its carbonation.  Some people will find that amusing.  I just swig it down and ponder my fate. 

I have yet to find any solutions or the secrets to the universe.  I was really hoping to find someone who did have the answers.  Of course, that strikes me as being kind of farfetched and unlikely to happen.  One must find the answers for oneself if the Zen masters are to be believed.  But I can still think about it and wonder what it might be like if I ever do arrive at wisdom.