Ah. Nicotine ! Depression. A couple more pints and then some shots before closing time. Wishing you could have an affair with someone who was married. To make you feel that you were living. That you were dangerous. Having that affair and regretting it immediately.. Devouring Penguin paperbacks. Reading Knut Hamsun's Hunger and realising you weren't the first person to feel like this.
Bad relationships which seem to last forever where you forget what attracted you to the other person in the first place. And wonder why they were ever attracted to you as you seem to dislike each other so much now. .
Bad breath, Teeth falling out. Turning thirty. Hairline receding. Telling yourself that it's great to be alive .But not being able to put your finger on a good example if why that is. Getting to the end of a packet of cigarettes and neeing another immediately. . Black moods. Bad temper. Goodness. The first Tindersticks album is really great. That guy can't sing but why does that matter ! The band swing and so does the record..Even if it sometimes feels that its had one too many..
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