My Enemy’s Enemy

For six months I’d either been drunk or stoned, often both. I was a complete mess, a lost soul with no direction or purpose. Sitting on the deck of a scruffy house boat just outside Amsterdam I gazed into the void that had become my life. Replaying the scene for the twentieth time since waking I vaguely wondered how often I’d done that since it happened. I neither knew nor cared………………

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: