Through Whiskey Colored Glasses

"She said, 'Let's go sit on the roof and watch the clouds go by, ' and I thought... and never come down." "I'll continue to search for answers and words, but how do you describe a feeling that hammers you in the chest and splits your atoms into a million unrecognizable bits... when she kisses me." "I couldn't find the angel on my other shoulder. I did, however, find my devil. Turns out he is half into a bottle of bourbon, and I don't like the look on his face." If you have ever wondered what goes through the mind of men as they wrestle with their own doubts of self-love, sexuality, and ego, then sit back, relax, grab yourself something drink, and perhaps a pack of tissues.