Hamish: A Cautionary Tale

It's essentially a catalogue of vices. A modern day De Sade, instructing in the art of reduction.

We need vices, the first line of the story of my life would say, because we are all so very very lost. After that, I might use the analogy of floating adrift in a boat on a great sea, trying not to drown. In that case, making mistakes fucking up may well be drowning, but it may also mean throwing an anchor.

The captain, lost at sea, thows his anchor overboard and remains perfectly still.

And we all stay completely still. Then at the end of our lives, we smile, knowing that none of us have really moved at all. Y'all glued. There's only so far you can go before you admit that every road is outside of your head.

That didn't make sense. None of the above did. It's late. Hamish sleepy.

This post should have been titled: Too much flu medicine.