The day began in a fog both of the meteorological sort and of the mind as a result of excess of the local brew apply known as brain damage.
The
august sun very quickly burnt off the fog but had little or no effect on his
alcohol induced mussiness.
His
mouth was dry and furry and his eyes itched.
He
felt like something was alive and crawling through his intestines and his head
throbbed with every beat of his heart.
Then
as he looked at the stranger with the bloodshot eyes staring back at him from
the bathroom mirror, he uttered those immortal words “never again”.
And
he meant it then most sincerely because he felt so awful but by the day after
tomorrow it will just be an unpleasant memory.
When
he was a teenager, he would get bladdered and next morning his hangover would
only last a little over an hour and then he would be back in the pub at
lunchtime.
When
he was in his 20’s it would last an hour longer in his thirties he would forget
the lunchtime session but be banging on the door at five.
Now
he was in his late forties his hangover lasted all day and sometimes even two.
But
still they would go eventually so even when he said “never again” at the time
he knew that he would still have the fun and face the consequences.
