whenever i drink with friends, i wake up the next morning thinking i had a midlife crisis and bought a yacht with my debit card, given that i was using the card on 3.50 pints of guinness.*
a loveless scene, that is, full of laughter and itemisation of the surroundings - in an adams’ family house type of pub with gargantuan pillars and more expanding lung space than in an asthmatic convention the troopers gathered for talk of almost anything. one was giving into the psychological testament of “stealing the show,” playing on the whole social aspect of respecting the presence of strangers - a william blake quote was heard - but since it wasn’t properly quoted the suggestion was: don’t quote poetry verbatim within a millimetre off precision, it’ll show you’re not a poet, plus the listener will not investigate something that’s quoted perfectly. the quote: had anger with my friend, told my anger my anger did end. hand anger with my enemy, didn’t tell it, my anger grew, found my enemy dead by the apple tree. the prompt for all this? pears, we were talking with pears in mind. - we’re talking drinking after a bottle of brandy and three beers having walked the distance between romford and seven kings. - all throughout it was concerning to look at the old man and two frisky girls - we’re talking: are we really going to be the young philosophers? all the old men in our age are corrupt, i wouldn’t trust them with a pen let alone a sword - so while the youth languished the old man took to the girls - but i laughed on purpose to peacock myself into the eyesight of one, in the end, i got as close as getting her to go outside, kissing her hand and forehead and doing some māori hongi, but then she started with auschwitz dating dynamics: number! nummer! schnell schnell! oh right... my house no. 01708766... that’s as far as we got, before she lost interest and i ended up walking home with a traffic sign signature’d by my fist; that’s how i practice, hoping for an even connection between my index and pinky knuckle; and now? now i’m going to drink a stale 7% with a cigarette **** in it, cough up a saliva schnitzel and wear sunglasses.