It never fails, does it?
The simplest, easiest of days: breakfast with Mary and Ginny, a little antique shopping. Seems innocent enough, doesn’t it?
Oh, you are so naïve.
Sure, one minute you’re picking up an adorable little framed photo, circa 1890, of a fat baby boy on a rug, and the next minute you’re at a large gathering, ordering a dirty martini.
Well, no, to be honest the day’s breakdown went as follows:
Hashbrowns, pancakes, coffee, shopping shopping shopping, beer beer beer, dinner, drink drink, cigarette, drink drink, stumble stumble stumble.
And that brings us current.
I’m pretty sure that could be set to music, but I’m in no shape to do it.
The best of times seem to spring themselves on you, don’t they?
Why is that?
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