'I spotted the car not long after its death knell had sounded. I was coming home from the Pinnacle where I'd worked a double shift on one side of the bar and then drank away my tips on the other. The reason I drank was Rachel. We might have been on the rocks for a while, but it wasn't until, nearing clock-off, I went into the cellar to replace the Coke post-mix that I suddenly thought I'd lost all passion for her. Just to get through my shift I had to shut the cellar door for a few minutes and scull a warm beer...'
(Publication abstract)