Under a Spanish Sun #9

It’s easy if I don’t think don’t blink and just drink myself into a stupor absolutely super. Too many daybreaks headaches heartaches and it all takes its toll. If I stay sober long enough I can get through this feeling of feeling rough and do proper stuff, if I tough it out, say no to…

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Fools and fancies

I anesthetized myself with fifteen pints of Olde English, fuck good health I’m going down. But coming round when the pounding in my head reminds me that I can’t be dead is a drawback. Yet Olde English sounds so quaint, believe me folks and yokels it ain’t, the locals where I live give free stretchers…

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A free identity with every litre

  drink to excess drunk you’re a mess   if only   I smoke alcohol it saves on the glasses, they say that girls make passes at boys who save glasses   if that’s true where are they?   Sunday I smell liquor on the vicar the sermon is a shambles, drunk the vicar rambles…

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