Ever since we founded Rome.

October 20, 2012 § Leave a comment


“I’m going to getting myself in fighting trim, stalk out every angle of unfair advantage.” – Up the Wolves – The Mountain Goats. 

Before I hit the ground last night I had learnt two things. Number One: My intake up to this point had been naive and careless. Number Two: I had lost control of this situation. Control is important when participating in the kind of past times that people like us have. We’d been nodding our heads and licking or teeth. Closed mouths give away no secrets. Closed mouths give away no hint as to how far the situation has been aloud to slip. Steven Dempsey was to my right. An old friend. An easy friend. The type of friend who can breeze into your life after years and it would be like he went to the shops for minutes. Friends that stay easy. Stay golden. The night had drawn in on New York city and we’d made our nest in one of the basement bars a stone’s throw for 5th. We were getting our brains out in the open. Taking turns in picking over exactly what our lives had become and more importantly how we felt about them. Alcohol flowed like blood. Any bar in the world this conversation would be the same. So often New York becomes part of the story, but not tonight, not with friends like these.

We were drinking because it’s what we did. It’s what we do. It’s our extension. It’s who we are. It’s a filthily habit but it’s the filthily habit that our heroes had.  The old habit we’d sustained. The only one. We don’t steal cars anymore. We try to take it easy. We don’t. We’re holding on to it. At least, that’s what we’d thought.

Of all our problems that we saw coming, the ones we got were the opposite of what we thought. Life is unpredictable and we never thought of what we’d be left with once we’d got the world all sussed out.

I need to sleep this one off.

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