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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