A pirates life for me

i doubt they would let me drink, because of what happened last time i drank here. so i'm sneaking it. funnel to cup, pour. just sitting here with the fat man knocking clear labeled pins down.  i hope i get a strike, im keeping up right now with just spairs. but ill hit them all down.i bought a bike, its badass fucking shit. its too cold to ride yet. my hands freeze to death. now im typing with two grey damped rags. i want to be heard. but im incapable of holding a phone right side up. sell vacuums?  leave me leave me leave me leave me leave me, alone.