A week in the life of Adam Cotter: Friday

Too bright. Too loud.

Got that feeling like the floor's moving slightly, like there's a slight lag and delay to everything. Probably still pished. Not looking forward to the hangover when it hits.

Why did I do it?

"C'mon Cotter," they'd said. "Have a wee chaser. It is your birthday...well, sort of."

Stupid.

I mean, I'm no drinker - what was I thinking? Can still taste the whisky. Urgh. And now I just want to go back to bed.

How much did I lose last night? No, I don't want to know.

Suppose I should eat - but the idea of anything more than water makes me want to heave. Sweating now....shivery sweats. Oh shite.

Still, I might have been off my face last night - but that guy I passed, just staring at the blue doors on that barn or whatever it is ... now he must've been well out of it.



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