Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Just watching that hopeless little screen
'You don't write anymore.'
'No, I don't.'
'Why is that?'
'I couldn't handle the hangover.'
'Come again?'
'I can't string a sentence when I'm sober.'
'That's true.'
'And once I start I can't stop.'
'Drinking?'
'Writing.'
'Cuz it gets better with each drink. The connections become clearer. The world more obvious. More alive.'
'Uh huh.'
'Until I pass out.'
'The next morning I swear I won't do it again. But I always did. Until now.'
How long has it been?'
'6 months or so.'
'Do you still want to?'
'Every night.'
'That's a shame. You were good.'
'A man's gotta put himself ahead of the world.'
'In these times I guess.'
'Yeah. Do me a favour will you. Go over and turn on the TV.'
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