drafted in spring.

30.03.2011
When you can't swing a bra around your massive attic bedroom without smashing empty bottles of wine. Or throw a book off your bed without it hitting a crumb cramped plate of half eaten left-overs and causing a jump-start kind of reaction. When you roll over onto a bed of tobacco and ground up ganja. While the stink of smoke has soaked well into the seams of your clothes that are decorating the floor in a completely non feng-shui sort of way. If you lean on your table and lift it up to see your hand dusted in friday night's party perscriptions. And it's day 6 out of your week and the first time you haven't been sleeping alongside numerous gay men or scraping money together to buy more booze. You know you're avoiding something.