Wednesday
In Gonks house. Awoke (or came around rather) and Barry was already drinking. At 10am. So Stu and I hit the sauce too. Seemed rude not to. Went back to Mums at 4pm for grub then took me and a bottle of Smirnoff home to Burry where I proceeded to booze all night. I shall have a brimstone hangover from the septic bile of Lucifer in the morning but im determined that this will be my last binge. I need to get clean.
Smoked only 5 ciggies which I was happy about. Took some Valium and Mogadon cosh to add more fruit to my already hammering buzz. Drank a sh!t load of vodka. Later in the evening I decided to feed nextdoors cat!? Why? Who but the God Of Alcohol knows?
I slipped into a total drunken heap by 1am.
ZZZZzzzzzz
1997 Diary of Poet Steven Francis. Larger than Life, wiser than Yoda! This journal features failure and successes. And blood, never forget the blood...
