Tales of Darktown

I rose at seven fourty three this morning. The same as usual. I had nowhere to go, no-one to see, and I wasn't sure who I was today. I looked in the mirror and saw Citizen Kevin with long, stringy hair and a smoking jacket on. I walked into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, and left without another thought. I slid my mobile phone from my pocket and dialed a taxicab, and when it arrived, got in the back seat behind the driver. I told him to take me to Rick's cafe, and he did so. I got out of the stained automobile and tipped him a brick and one dollarpound. I went inside the dark eatery and headed straight for the bar. With tacked red stools and a worn counter, I felt right at home as I ordered six lagers and one packet of roasted ox flavoured chips. Within thirty seconds, I had put away all six and one crisp, and ordered several more rounds. Sick began running up my throat, and I vomited and swallowed the elixir at the same time. The pressure bult up inside my body, and my eyes shot out of my glasses and my nose exploded with pus and snot. I didn't pay my tab.