Before his togetherness with Lady Heather, the author would spend cold days and nights at the local dive. The dirty staff grew annoyed that in their midst was a teetotaler, Tyler. Eventually, he gave-in to peer pressure. As he sat there in the dive bar he began to drink, so the drink may be drunk, but not so much that he’d be drunk. He sat there, drank, and attempted to devise a scheme to get paid. A realization occured and he broke out into song.
I’ve been thinkin’
and I’ve been drinkin’
- they don’t go together
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