The Secret To Happiness.

Listen, love, and listen good.
I'm only gonna say this once,
so hear me out.
...I figured out the secret!
Ready?

STAY DRUNK.

That's right! Stay drunk!
Nobody was looking at me,
and right when I noticed,
I figured it out.
Get drunk off work.
Get drunk off your friends.
Get drunk off a girl, off love,
off the Italian cold-cut you got that day.
Get drunk off your rot-gut whiskey or wine (depending on preference).
Get drunk off a fucking book if you want,
or maybe even this poem.
Get it, and keep it.

But listen, love, and this is the most important part.
NEVER get shit-faced.
You'll get sick of it, or just sick (believe me).
Stay drunk on it all long enough to keep interested.
Too much will keep you in bed, or worse, the bathroom floor.
Anyways, love what you're doing.
Keep the taste in the back of your mouth when things get rough,
and hide an extra bottle if you need to.
Keep it interesting.
Keep the nervousness in your stomach.
And never get used to it.
The butterflies, friend, they don't come to just anybody.

When Everything Else Fails...

And it felt great then, to be outside Boston
with a pretty lady on my arm.
Giggling about the absurdity of it all,
how useless college and maybe just life seemed.
Oh! Oh! and her hair!
Holding it, smelling it, and LOVING IT
as we kiss on full-beds.

I have spent too much money in the wishing-well
to let it go.
There is love! It is everywhere I look today!
I graduated highschool and never learned a thing
but found what I wanted just beneath my skin.
When everything else fails, just fail with it.
It will all get better.
And we don't have to lock fingers, we can just hold hands.
You can stand by my side and be proud of your friend.