63. Sober and Cold with Misery
Should have popped out for two pints. Maybe three.
Didn’t drink last night. Not like me on a Friday. But I didn’t need to. Had a great week.
Went straight home after work. Hoped to get an early night, but Warwick was at my door when I got back.
Told him I donate money to a dog rescue charity every month. Because I love dogs. Then I thought about all the suffering in the world, and it made me cry. So caring. He could tell.
He asked me to go over to his place. Didn’t really fancy it, but he insisted. Wanted to know about Skegness.
Ended up staying over. Just got back, pretty tired. Bed was awful. Room was sparse. But I found an old poetry book.
Reckon I could write good poetry. Got the brain for it.
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Indeed. Jolon poetry needs to happen.