liquor smellin' like breath

is that how you spell breath or is it breathe? well either way that swig of whiskey in the morning after a night of whiskey sure helped my nerves as i went off to my business meeting to pick up the lease for the store I'm opening. i wake up take a shot and head down to Polo's for a cig and some morning bowls. we walked to 3609 1st street and i waved at Doña Marta from across the street. we arrive to our new space (Jesse said it's gonna be like the store in milk) to get the lease and go through it with the land lady. this whole time i can't really believe for one that someone would approve me for a damn lease! (have you seen my cedit score?) well as we're going through the motions I'm pretty composed and put together, but hey the lady knew i was drunk/hungover cause i probably smelled like a brewery. It's not not too bad though, when people have low expectations of you the gate is a little easier to jump over and once you're in, well boy you'd better stay in. At least Doña Marta knows a little of what she's getting into and who she's renting to, so that won't be a surprise. we walked home, the shoppe is just a stones throw away anyhow! smoked some celebratory bowls and i stumbled back home and fell asleep. After i woke up and sobered up yes i still was a small business owner, correction entrepreneur.
well, a drunk one but one none the less.