I lived in a rented apartment, and had this sweet old woman for a landlady. Now I've lived there for 5 years, and me and the Landlady got on really well, when I told her I lost my job, she was pretty cool about it and said she'd let it slide for a month as I tried to find work... week after week and no luck. So eventually, she stops being so sweet and tells me I better have her money by the end of the month. Getting desperate now I visit like my only friend, and ask if I can crash at his, he asks his wife who says no, can you fucking believe that?! It's the end of the month tomorrow, I told my landlady this morning I found a job and would get her her money. I then gathered all my shit I really care about, and left. I have no intention of going back. I don't know what I'm gonna do tomorrow. But I'm sitting now at the bar, I'm getting drunk, I'm feeling mellow, I'm drinking bourbon, I'm drinking scotch, I'm drinking beer, looked down the bar, here come the bartender, I said look man, come down here, so what you want? One bourbon, one scotch, one beer.
*FP edit: OP is a fag who makes up stories based on songs.