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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…