On A Bender

New Orleans, dawn, woke up on the floor of a hotel room, don’t know why I didn’t sleep in the bed. A shower, vapid water ran slowly down my body like worms they crawled around and refused to leave. In a bar where men sat in silence watching TV with sound turned off. A double whisky and the worms disappeared. Thought I can’t sit here and drink like an alcoholic, I had a bag of bacon flavoured crisps, and to show I was a man of taste I asked for Dutch beer. Time runs fast, when you are drunk, suddenly eight too late for the plane home that left at nine o’clock. One more beer and I will be ok. Got another plane, without my luggage, as I could not remember the hotel where I had slept on the floor.