Versacedude

7 o'clock in the morning on Wall Street Open desk, reach for the whisky bottle, first of all drive away the cold Reach into wallet, take out platinum Amex, first a nose to sort out thoughts Woaahh what was that just now? I asked myself. Maybe a bit too much...

Wake up.... A gentle voice whispered in my ear. Why was I only in this cot. Why were my hands sticky and what smelled so acrid, yet sweet. I tried to remember and looked at my hands where cotton candy was still stuck....yes, but now I have it again. We...