My Knee Hurts and I Want a Drink

Pintless and one pint less, dizzy stream of thought and footfall and I desperately, internally construct, deconstruct, reconstruct responses to the latest episode of the sporadic and weighty drama of friendship. Being told I can’t drink for 24 hours makes me want to drink for 24 hours. I snuck some fino in the pasta sauce… Continue reading My Knee Hurts and I Want a Drink