  Yeah, I'll be...fine... I repeat that to myself on a daily basis. I've got nothing else on my mind, and no worries on my chest. It's a nice, honest sentence, I've grown to like it. It's getting late into the day. I don't feel like I've accomplished anything.
But I seem to be&nbsp;getting by, paying my dues. Making my way with just&nbsp;enough money to drink at this bar. My&nbsp;life isn't too colorful... but that's ok, because&nbsp;whiskey makes up for it... right? A remember her voice... she always told me to be strong... but I'm doing alright... aren't I? I'm... getting by... just me... and my whiskey... 
