It started out on a Saturday, a regular day in my sometimes grueling work week. I had rollers in my hair and it seemed to excite nearly everyone. Like a 90's kid seeing a pair of moonshoes again, their eyes lit up in wonderment.
Entertaining pre-madonnas and old ladies was working up my appetite... my appetite for liquor. Being as it was a long walk to the next booze place, I settled for a sun dried tomato and goat cheese sandwich from the shop across the street. It was mid July and the heat was intense. I hadn't seen natural light in a while, so my pupils were but pinholes to my world. I was staggering across the street like some drunk from the local bar, with people looking stunned and taking pictures. "Fuck off" I said to some kid shooting pics with his iPhone. The beast was roaring from inside me.
I sat down next to a friend and we made some small talk. He asked about the hair and the apron i had on, so I told him I was on my way to a photo shoot for Gilby's London Dry Gin. Drunken