If I did not drink so much my family would think it down right irregular for me to be writing. Sister Sal phoned me up last Friday night and asked, "What you doing?"
I told her, "Writing."
"Shouldn't you be down the pub or shagging the Mrs.?"
"I'm drinking beer and absinthe while I'm writing. The absinthe may get in the way of giving the old lady a little ostrich neck later."
"Oh, you're drinking and writing. I guess that's ok."
A lot of people have this idea that writers do not drink when they are writing. That is just because they do not write when they drink. I do. I drink a lot and then I write.
All my favourite writers did the same thing. Drink, do drugs and write. Just like the motherfuckers who wrote the Bible.
I heard today on the radio that the people of my province knocked down a little over $1,000,000,000 worth of booze last year. That does not include the wine, beer and spirits people cook up at home. I reckon we consumed one fuck of a lot more than a billion dollars worth of illicit drugs.
No wonder so many people want to live here.