A lonesome soul sitting at a table in an upscale restaurant, whooping and hollering within a drunken stupor.
Never knowing how foolish antics show her mind of confusion and sorrow.
Sadly, heckling musicians as they earn a living, doing what they love best.
Loneliness makes fools of those who turn to drinking to solve their problems.
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