A Lazy Day
Not much unlike most weekends, last weekend found me bored to the brink of insanity in my apartment. The TV was droning on in the background as my neighbors’ kids did their utmost best to give me the last shove over the line dividing sanity and insanity with their incessant screaming. There was a time when a swish of the bottle and the accompanying gulp directing the whisky down my throat would have been enough to jolt my body into life, but not these days. All it did was lull me into a near dead body of slowly decomposing mass, which is what I have become anyway.
Whisky to the rescue
A fly hovered over my head, probably mocking me for my inability to reach for the fly swat and swish it out of its active existence. There’s a whole colony of flies in my kitchen at any time...Read More