Ah, soju. The drink of love and love lost. We're gonna be alright, kids. Every last one of us. And I'm not just saying that because it's 2 am on a Wednesday morning and I've got to be up for work in four hours, and my flat reeks of cigarettes and booze. I'm saying it because it's true.

That Smalltown kid's something else. Everyone else takes him for a fool, but I know better. And for having the fucking common decency to recognize it, I've been paid back ten fold. It's a rare creature who can impart wisdom upon The Liz. But that little Irish fucker can manage it. And he can even do it without offending my monumental pride. He's a good kid.

You all are.

Boozey hugs and kisses.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

boozy hugs and kisses back.

-that was pretty funny darlin.