Tuesday, 2 February 2010

#8 - Oh, the Alcoholic Afternoons (When We Sat in Your Room)

Dear Morrissey,

Today I awoke, at the usual time, to the usual dulcet sounds of Radio 4, to find a tie scrawled on my chest and stomach in eye-liner.

I'm trying...

Despite the headache, and the nausea, and the strange (but increasingly familiar) hangover-fuelled-detachment...

I'm really, really trying....

To remember how it got there.

But I can't.

Yours From a Distance,

Jack x

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