It was fun but there was no rest, none at all. Does that make me wicked?
Yesterday was the day I went post-Easter cold turkey and boy was it rough. I still feel particularly delicate right now. Why these unpleasant feelings of tiredness, paranoia and pain? Well, I have been drinking solidly and rapidly for five whole days – that’s why. Not a mean feat I admit and many others can drink far more for a protracted amount of time, but I am just not that used to drinking so much. It made me ill.
Still, I must have had a nice long rest during the Easter break, right? I must have read a few novels and watched some brilliant films and met up with some close friends for chats, fun cross-dressing and amateur photography. Well, no. As per usual I was besieged by panic attacks, self-loathing and paranoia. I did have a good shout though, followed by some nudity.
Take my advice kids; drinking is not big or clever and will mess with your mind, man. Rest assured though, I will do it all over again . . . . and again . . . . and again. Hey, I like it so stop moaning, you muppet.
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Muppet. At least all those models from the agency downstairs came round to sing Moon River to you, talk about K. Dick and indulge in some ‘extreme nudity’. Or where you all alone?
Where was I all alone? Everywhere man. Is it a model agency? There was me thinking it was a kebab shop - maybe they would want to talk Dick.