Drinking can make the days become the same. This is a good thing. You do not want to wake up to how much time you have wasted. I do not know how long it was until I last typed. Days? Weeks? Hours?
I own a device. I own several devices. I am refering to one in particular. This device is on my record player. It makes sure that the record I have on will loop until I tell it not to. Handy when you have a song you like. I have one such song. I bought a single years ago (don't ask me how long). It was Connie Francis - Where the Boys Are. Decent enough. The B-side is better. No-one is one of my favourite songs.
Connie was on loop. Alcohol was flowing. Memories were returning. Life was drifting.
Device breaks. Heart already broken. Wake up. It's been a month or so. I've eaten. I've left the house. I don't remember it but the receipts and bus tickets confirm it. I have scrawl on the back of them. I am working on a case. I don't know who for.
The phone rings....
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So what's on the back of your bus tickets?
Odd as it may seem I am actually a private detective. You can understand that I cannot tell you anything.
Well a direct question sometimes gets a direct answer. Or else it simply tells you other things.
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