Yesterday when it was sunny here rather than the chill, greyness of today I had the burning desire to get drunk, have sex and sleep away the afternoon(the three things summer reminds me of) rather than visit my normal round of crack houses and shooting galleries. Such thoughts always remind me of the film "Barfly". Being an alcoholic poet seems a lovely way to spend the summer.
Last edited by Make Them Die Slowly; 15th April 2015 at 09:59 PM.
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