It really was the most unpleasant of days,  my close friend had had enough.  Well he hadn't but his body called time up . It was winter 96 , he had no family as such just the bums the port wine eternity the poor ladies of the night .
The paupers funeral was attended by very few , the cold that day probably took a few more empty souls . I stood front and centre said my final goodbyes then proceeded to the nearest liquor store bought an quart of white port an eighth the cheapest whisky and indulged my sorrows on the coldest of that empty winters day