tales from an ordinary world

2002-04-19

I'm in a Lygon St bar, taking alternate sips from my beer and my water, transfixed by my tired-looking reflection in the mirror behind the bar while my companions play pool or chat to others.

So this is how it is.

Age creeps up on you, especially while you're languishing in insobriety.

Souvlaki and a taxiride home to my bed. I'm too tired to slap the black goo on my hands and feet tonight - the only time I've not done it in my weeks of coal filth remedy.