Groan. Fighting off a headache which hasโfor some reasonโmade him find himself walking towards the pub.
Anโ thatโs if they let him inโ-Jackets bloody filthy. Fuckinโ exorcisms. Bad decisions after bad decisions.
Sat in a dark room for just a moment, just to listen to the stillness of the silenceโSuddenly itโs five in the morning and heโs hungry for breakfast and a fag.