Wednesday 12 August 2015

Kir’s Life



My life’s in a pattern now, albeit a patternless one. Every day is different, no two days match, and yet the broad strokes, the same general actions, they are almost like clockwork.

Some days I will get elaborate, Bloody Marys for breakfast, Daiquiris for lunch, Slow Comfortable Screws for dinner, Perfect Martinis for afters.

Other days, it will be whatever booze I can get down my throat at whatever time I can get it.

Anyone who would have been bothered to try and help me has long gone, thankfully. Just me and the booze.

It’s better than remembering, after all.

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