- Vol. 02
- Chapter 05
Someone Else’s Stag
Beer in the swimming pool. (Too little for diving, Unless I wish to float Upon my own red blood...)
It was a damn good night. (Howling as a full moon Gazed over Barnstaple...) We had a damn good deal.
(It is like being born: That cold, sharp nausea When light follows darkness...) I shall begin afresh.