As of late I have been drinking a lot again. Not at home of course, that just shows a lack of imagination, which no one has ever accused me of lacking. No, I have been drinking at a particular place, where I know the bartender, as well as 90 percent of the boozers around the bar.
I do this in the day for the most part, when I get tired of sitting around my place and writing. It gets isolating. That’s what I tell myself, anyway. The woman I live with comes home around 4:30 or so. I usually leave here around 3. She thinks I leave and go drinking because I don’t want to hang out with her. I have not decided whether or not this is true.
The bar I frequent most often is not far from where I live, it’s just up the hill in fact.… Read the rest