9:05 in the AM. Also used to be a 905,
the name of a liquor store in St. Louis
I would frequent most every day. Those
were wipe-out days for me some years
ago when my time was wasted away.
Didn’t much matter the time of day. 905
meant a pint or fifth of vodka to me, more
booze to numb me from my bleak reality,
no job, no spouse, no family to come
home to. Today, years later, retired at age
75, sober and still alive, still no job or
spouse, children grown to adulthood on
their own, me disabled and restricted to
home, many days behind me virtually
laid to waste. What I may have done or
didn’t do back then is of no consequence
to me anymore. So the days go on, 9:05
as time comes and passes twice a day.
One day, perhaps millions or billions
of years from now, long after mankind
passes from the face of Earth, 905 as
a remembered liquor store or 9:05, a
twice-day time shall not count for any-
thing. You see, my friends, life is
strictly a concocted human numbers
game. Whenever that’s done, 905 or
9:05, who we were, when, where, why
and how, drunk or sober shall no longer
matter.
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Chris Hanch 1-9-2023
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