Wednesday, June 21, 2006

...Do you really need that drink to disarm defences?

It's not really about that one night in 1991.
What with the vodka and everything.
With the 'friend' who was buying me doubles and triples without my realising it.
With your apparent inability to say 'No'.

It was about the talking that followed.
The talking that followed the hesitant, embarrassed 'Don't worry about it, no harm done' conversation, obviously.
Those finally spilling my guts and spitting it out and finding that the world didn't end after all conversations.

Without the talking I would never have been able to face up to those damn letters.
Thanks, again.

How Was It For You - James


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