Saturday 30th January 1993

Pissed up again! Consumed a molotov cocktail of drink and drugs. And every chemical twists my fibre into a twisted replica of my true self. Im a good guy, dressed and shackled to a voodoo doll of consumption. No harm to anyone but myself. Im ringing sober bells and getting nothing but drunk replies. Echoes from the un-sober. Im a bee, better looking than a fly, drawn toward intoxicated carrion.