why get drunk?

So you walk to town with your long coat on and matching gloves while humming Doves. Fix up your scarf and adjust your hair in the mirrored reflection. Staring at your face like it isn't there. What is there to care about? Do you think they stare at you as you hope for something a little less country? But there's no way to listen so you stick with what you know. You could stand there forever but a few decades will suffice.
Button up your shirt, pick up your guitar, maybe even play a few bars of your favorite song, whistling for the birds. And the stuff you write you are trying to get on Myspace because a faceless audience lets you ignore them better. What is there to do anything about? Do you think they'll ask you as you hope for something a little less business? But there's no way to figure so you stick with what you know. You could sit there forever but a lifetime will suffice.
Is it too slow or too fast?
How are you supposed to tell?