Out and about
This starts in a weird place. I’m leaning out a window. It’s a small tight window, and I’m smoking a cigarette, looking at a window-door-wholesaler-place across the road, and I’m drunk. Beer and vodka mostly. I’m quite happy just watching those big slow snowflakes fall and melt and the sound of the drain filling up. I suck the cigarette too hard. It starts to look like a lipstick. So I chuck it half-smoked, feeling bad for smoking here, out of this window, in my mother’s house. I close it, the window, and open the fridge, her fridge, and get another beer, and stagger back to the couch and start watching something stupid on TV.