The Oregon Trail - The Riot Before

Buying boxes, bubble wrap, and packaging tape

Emptying all the drawers out and throwing away

The coupons expired, the ticket ignored

There’s no need to park here anymore

I have whiskey on my breath and I’m stammering

A slurred request for something stronger in my next drink

I don’t have the courage to speak

Title page, previous works

Dedicate to spouse and to son

A foreword, a prologue, brief epigraph

«You're gonna fail» in Latin

Crossing the room here feels like crossing rivers

In a video game I played when I was ten

The worst part is right now I can’t remember

One good thing happening

I have whiskey on my breath and I’m stammering

A slurred request for something stronger in my next drink

All the whiskey on my breath it is ruining

Any chance I’ll get to not embarrass myself

Walk up to you and say hello…