You Must Do What You Enjoy.

Maybe I've Just Read Too Many Novels. In Novels, Alcoholics Are Always Attractive And Fuuny And Charming And Complex, Like Sebastian Flyte Or Abe North In Tender In The Night, And They're Drinking Because Of A Deep, Unquenchable Sadness Of The Soul, Or The Terrible Legacy Of The First World War, Whereas I Just Get Drunk Because I'm Thirsty, And I Like The Taste Of Lager.

I Tell You What It Is. It's...when I Didn't See You, I Thought About You Every Day, I Mean Every Day In Some Way Or Another -" "same Here -" "- Even If It Was Just 'i Wish Dexter Could See This' Or 'where's Dexter Now?' Or 'christ, That Dexter, What An Idiot', You Know What I Mean, And Seeing You Today, Well, I Thought I'd Got You Back - My Best Friend. And Now All This, The Wedding, The Baby - I'm So Happy For You, Dex. But It Feels Like I've Lost You Again.

A Joke Was Not A Single-use Item But Something You Brought Out Again And Again Until It Fell Apart In Your Hand Like A Cheap Umbrella.

I Think Reality Is Over-rated

Whatever Happens Tomorrow, We Had Today; And I'll Always Remember It