Thursday, November 16, 2006
Cockroach in the Whisky
I poured myself a nice glass of Glenfiddich tonight. I put it on the bedside table for a few minutes, picked up the glass. Felt something against my upper lip - I don't remember putting a roll up butt in the glass. Nope, it was a fucking cockroach stuck up against my lip, I spat the thing out, noted that its movements were quite erratic, moving around in chaotic circles. I had the intention of stamping on the bugger, but decided to leave it alone. Gosh, this life is shit.
