And now the house is done,
the flat packs made,
the factor max that proved the fact is melted down
and soon I’ll be lying on my pillow.
Keys are with letting agents. I’m shattered, blistered, bearded and in a strange in between place. Does that count as philosophy? Sorry Cliff.
But I just found a can of lager at the back of my fridge and damn it tastes good.
Next post from NYC… See ya.