It's a typical Tuesday morning, not too sunny, nor is it raining. The type of weather you would need a cardigan with your frock, but do not need to bother with stockings, it's my favourite. Probably because it's difficult to put on stockings when you've always got alcohol rushing through your veins, every action is sped up and in slow motion, spinning but also stuck, when your sat you just want to get up and dance, but when you stand you just want to be as low down as possible, constantly fighting the urge to just lay down. Bonus points if the landing is soft such as the grass, and at least then the view is beautiful; a clear cerulean sky, or a pitch-black galaxy of breathtakingness, or pompous fluffy clouds with all sorts of patterns created with the wisps, or a display of fireworks displaying all the colours, and perhaps if you are lucky enough not to have someone nagging you about doing so, you may find yourself laying under the downpour of the night, a breath of fresh air, a rinse of freshness, the whole surroundings feeling fresh. As much as I love the social acceptance of drinking, and adore the feeling of being pissed 24/7, it often feels dingy and grimy, so laying under a storm is so refreshing and probably one of my favourite feelings. The rain washes away the grime, cools down your burning skin, and overpowers the stink of cigarettes always being smoked. If you walk into the room and no one is smoking, it could only ever mean one thing- everyone had run out of cigarettes. Whether you are happy, or under the weather, someone's died or someone's been born, there will always be the stench of a cigarette, and the smoke suffocating the air. From this you probably think I hate smoking, but the truth is the opposite, I love a cigarette. Cigarettes, cocktails and sex, is all I need in life, and that's the same with everyone these days, even though alcohol is still banned but we don't care! We all love alcohol too much to care who it comes from, and deep down we all know who the bootleggers are and just attend their parties instead of causing a scene because who cares! If the drink gets you drunk, that's all that matters. I tell this story as I begin to sober after who knows how many days drinking, head full of fuzz and wonder, patches of memory all blurred, with some sort of timeline flowing aimlessly.
