I had something but then got drunk and lost it in a bike crash

been awhile.  trying to get back in the swing of things.  I have found that in this town the morning after is a strange and contradictory thing.  it is, without question, the easiest part of the day to miss, but also the most important.  sleep through it and all that was the night before is lost and endured for not.  which is a reckless shame if one considers the toll needed for sustained midnight action and sweet madness in this hot tempered climate.   on these streets philosophy is cheap and peddled easily for broken soul parts in sickly rampant abundance,  but on occasion the voice of reason can be found or manufactured or dreamt depending on your state and condition - sometimes it comes from a man dressed in a pink plaid suit with a gilligan hat too small for his head and french wrap around sun glasses that you find out later is a school teacher - but how and when never really matter as long as you remember one simple facet of life in any outlaw town ... when the morning provides the only moment for lasting wisdom, "just wake up."  otherwise you may find yourself one day with the taste of iron in your mouth, by your hand or another ... and when the trigger is hot I suppose there's not much difference.