So heβs at a pub instead. And heβs dragging on his fourth cigarette, when he catches a glimpse of @drivebyvengeance.bsky.social.
βYβlook a lil down there, pal. Sad and all that.β
A cigarette. Or two. Three at his feet. What the hell. Make it four by dinner time.
Fuuuck. Fuck where is he?
Hand, reach. Find. .liquor bottle? No, no need. Reach again, find, tie. Okay, getting somewhere.
Nice get up.
Accepting new patients daily.
Shiiiit.
Shit.
Heβs up. Needs a shave. But heβs out the door. That a stain? Might as well be. Fix your coat.
